Last we spoke I had just dropped the bomb that, yes I, Sasha Lotrian, little Miss Just Say No her whole life was now, literally a card carrying stoner. But I didn’t tell you what happened next. I went directly to the best dispensary in the area, because I’m a huge dork, I had already [...]
Tag Archives: bipolar
Bipolar Relapse
The last few months have been hard. My mother has been in ill health and Remi had been sick for over two months. Which means I’m left wearing many hats. Chauffer to and from doctor appointments, nurse, maid, personal shopper, caregiver and over all emotional support beam for all involved. Before you ask, Remi is fine [...]
Menopausal Lesbians
I got this email from a reader and didn’t really have any good advice to offer her. Her problem is that her girlfriend is going through menopause. Which as women, is something we are ALL going to go through eventually. To be more specific, the problem she is having is that her girlfriend is having [...]
66 Days of Badly Mixed Metaphors
According to various googable sources, it takes 66 days, or there about, to form a new habit. As most of you know, I am a hopeless insomniac. Insomnia is like my arch nemesis that always wins! It’s like that mean girl in high school that was thinner then I was, more popular, faster and on [...]
Lesbian Bipolar Quiz
OK, so I lied. The quiz isn’t specifically for lesbians. But a lesbian wrote to me asking about this and most likely lesbians will read this. I don’t think there is actually a quiz specifically for lesbians with bipolar disorder, but we can pretend for the hell of it. Because really, wouldn’t it be nice [...]
Can A Tattoo Save Your Life?
Some of you may recall a bog I did a long time ago about wanting to get a tattoo. At the time I was contemplating getting Angel wings on my back or an Angel on my wrist. Before I go on about my reawakened desire for ink, I should tell you that I am presently, [...]
Sucking it up for Pride
Long Beach Pride is coming up this weekend. Woooofuckingdooo. I don’t want to go! Let me begin by saying that I have bitched so much about not wanting to go, I’m tired of hearing myself complain. Or maybe that’s mostly in my head, but still …. I have to listen to it. I know I [...]