Much has been made of my golden retriever Bert, but for the last 12 years my main dog has been Zippy, part sled dog, part enforcer. She enjoys relaxing on the beach at El Rancho Deluxe and biting mailmen.
I’ve been enjoying the blow job threads so much I forgot to thank, heartfeltedly, all the blamers who recently expressed their interest in my continued existence. Finally, something we can all agree on!
As a result of my revelation that I’ll be getting more body parts amputated (on accounta I got the cancer, if you’re just joining us), I’ve been getting emails from blamers who want to send me stuff. I certainly have no objection to stuff, but seriously. Nothing would warm the Twisty cockles more than if you would all just commit some premeditated act of patriarchy-resistance (you can blame me for it, if you want), and then post your results here.
If, after burning your bra and getting elected to public office and volunteering at the abortion clinic and growing a beard, you still want me to have that special something, you can send it here: [REDACTED]. This is a friend-of-a-friend acting as a mail drop, and though he be reliable and trustworthy, it may take some time for me to actually receive the thing in question.
Note: if you hate me a lot, and think that harassing Dan is a good idea, be advised that my politics are not his. In fact, Dan is a Republican who has, hanging on his favorite wall, a framed photograph of himself shaking George W Bush’s hand in the Oval Office. No shit.