Grace Lavery / Joseph Lavery & Daniel M. Lavery / Mallory Ortberg - "Straight with extra steps" couple trooning out to avoid "dwindling into mere heterosexuality"

[behindyourightnow]

Imagine giving birth to another human and then a week later the guy who fathered that baby is sitting Twitter yelling at women that he's changed sex.

And I fear something like this could happen:

https://nationalfile.com/polyamorous-man-celebrated-by-media-now-charged-with-abusing-infant/

That horrible situation came out of the rare polyandrous polycule, though. Joe's baby is far more in danger of harm via neglect, rather than physical abuse from within the couple.

Spoiler: Sperg

Isn't it interesting that throughout human history and societies, practice of polygynous (multiple-wife) marriages has been common whereas the practice of polyandrous (multiple-husband) marriages is vanishingly rare? And in the cultures where women do shack up with multiple men, it's almost always men who are related to each other (usually brothers) so they share some genetic connection to the children.

Gosh, it's almost like there's a reason for this and (just like we see in many other mammalian species) males have a much higher predilection towards violence against infants that aren't related to them? That's impossible though, because humans are just meat lego with interchangeable body parts, and it's totally unimportant what genitals one person in a couple has.

At this point my prediction is: Lily will tire of the LARP once the reality of child rearing sets in, and move back to Michigan, Joe will wander off with some other woman with a jowl fetish. Mallory will either obediently follow Joe to his new marriage or be abandoned altogether. That's probably the best-case scenario for poor Rocco, anyway.

Joe can sperg about materialism and gametes and blondes, but we all know he’s male as he fathered a child.

He says the terfs define sex as the thing that can’t be changed and we’re right. Joe took loads of oestrogen but he wasn’t the one to get pregnant. And he’ll never be the one to get pregnant.

I don't think he even knows that sex can change in some species but not in others, but that TERFS recognize that humans are firmly and undisputedly in the latter group. He's been arguing with people on this subject for years, and he still presents gestating a child as the ultimate gotcha that would prove femaleness (as several commenters pointed out, males in a small amount of species do gestate young, but they still are male because they produce small gametes). How can you have such muddled thoughts on a subject you're so obsessed with?

I'd usually think he was just being obtuse, but in this case maybe he is just too retarded to understand. Remember, this is the same guy who thought eggs were produced in the uterus.

 

[A. G. Peak]

That's such a terrible excuse. As if anyone would read "that baby gives great head" and take it as anything other than what it means.

I don't have Instagram, which comment was he responding to? And did anyone else call him out other than what was already posted here?

This is the only other callout I saw.



And here's the full comment thread where he responded.

 

[Constellationzero]

or that she is evil.

* The abject whore who was allegedly "lesbian?"
* The abject whore who broke up with, and blocked her "wife" on social media?
* The abject whore who inserted herself in a (very dysfunctional) marriage between a man and a woman?
* The abject whore who, since showing up, has been elbowing Mallory out of the picture?
* The abject whore who knows this ugly as fuck Britbong is a bona fide pervert, yet shares the ultimate intimacy of making a baby?

Ancient Alien theorists say: YES, Lily IS evil.

EDIT: That NY Mag photo:

* "I fuck to...cum...?" while pregnant? Keep it classy.
* Sideshow appears jaundiced. Like, noticeably. Nice bulldog jowls. But that jaundicing.
* Mallory really starting to resemble the cuck in that news story about the baby abuse I posted.

 

[CoolFool]

This is the only other callout I saw.

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And here's the full comment thread where he responded.

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Thanks fren.

I wonder if Katie's employer contacted her and that's why the comment was deleted?

* The abject whore who was allegedly "lesbian?"
* The abject whore who broke up with, and blocked her "wife" on social media?
* The abject whore who inserted herself in a (very dysfunctional) marriage between a man and a woman?
* The abject whore who, since showing up, has been elbowing Mallory out of the picture?
* The abject whore who knows this ugly as fuck Britbong is a bona fide pervert, yet shares the ultimate intimacy of making a baby?

Ancient Alien theorists say: YES, Lily IS evil.

Lily is a bitch and terrible person, much like Joe. Both seem up their own ass and both only care about people validating how awesome and unique they are. Lily reminds me of Tess Holiday, minus being a death fat.

Mallory also sucks but she at least seemed human at one point, and even now I don't think it's too late for her to turn things around. It's highly unlikely but at least she comes across as someone with the capacity to care about others and do the right thing.

 

[Constellationzero]

That horrible situation came out of the rare polyandrous polycule, though. Joe's baby is far more in danger of harm via neglect, rather than physical abuse from within the couple.

The hardest of disagrees. Please take another look at that classy NY Mag photo and look at Mallory. Women can be fed up. Women can get angry. Women can teach others a lesson. Women can abuse.

Also Lily can do the same. To quote Mink Stole: "Children would get in the way of our...EROTIC lifestyle."

 

[Prescription Bugs]

Did someone say spergy fan fic?


Dear Prudence,

I don’t know what to do. My husband and I got married several years ago, and after we got married he said let’s get tattoos together like a movie star couple! I’ll get one on my ass and you’ll get one on your face! He dressed up like a clown and dressed me like a mechanic and off we went to the local tat parlor.

We did it! I got “loser” tattooed on my face and he got “I love pancakes” tattooed on his butt. He picked them both as a special gift to me. “This is like permanent jewelry for you from me. You’ll always have a reminder that you’re mine,” he said, in a strange falsetto that I’d never heard him use before.

It was so much fun, we were laughing the whole time and I never felt so close to him. We had some tripe and Mayo sandwiches that he made and some day old creamhorns for dessert. Of course he made me giggle by calling them cumhorns.


Right after that though he started sleeping with a woman who doesn’t have any tattoos! It was like once I got the tattoo on my face he didn’t like how I looked anymore! He struggles to get an erection and he even wrote a book that had a chapter about his lack of a good erection. I felt so embarrassed like everyone knows now.

Then the new girlfriend moved into our house and now she sleeps in our small bed. It’s so stressful. I can’t get a good night’s sleep and sometimes they wake up and do it there next to me and I have to wrap a shirt around my head. He seems to be able to have an erection daily with her. I’ve seen it when I peek out of my t shirt durag.

Anyway, they had a baby. . They keep telling me I’m the best nanny in the world, but I feel really ugly and sad. I wish I had my own baby and a husband all to myself. I’m scared I’m going to scare the baby and I’m scared they will leave me and I will have no one. My husband keeps calling his new girlfriend a goddess and commenting on her creamy face skin. “Your skin is flawless” he says. It’s like he knows I’m nearby and he says it to hurt me because my face isn’t flawless anymore.

I don’t know what to do or where to go. If I leave now it will be really embarrassing publicly. If I stay, I’m a cuck. I’ve thought about getting my large face tattoo removed but I made such a big deal about getting it, I’m afraid people will mock me behind my back.

How do I get out of this mess? What if the tattoo can’t be fully removed and I look terrible the rest of my life?

I was once a pretty girl, talented, had friends and family and dreams. Now I’m stuck with a man who hates me. Oh and also? The new girlfriend got a tattoo on her butt to match my husband’s that also says “I love pancakes.” Periodically they do a “booty tattoo bump” and laugh about it. They say, “Booty tat bump!” And then bump their butts. They laugh and tell me to join in by tapping my “loser” tattoo on their pancake tattoos for a throuple tattoo bump but I don’t want to bump my head against their butts. A few times I did and I feel funny. Almost like they want me to be their puppy or something. I found some puppy masks in the closet and asked if I could wear it sometimes instead of my shirt on my head.

“What? Yeah sure I don’t care what you do,” my husband said, as his girlfriend drilled into his butt with her strap on and he cooed.

“Oh my god, stop talking,” the new girlfriend said, “Can’t you see we’re busy, you loser?”

I’m in way over my head and if I have to eat another nasty pickle made by my husband, I don’t know what I’ll do.

How do I remind myself of my own talent and beauty? How do I get free? How do I remove this face tattoo? Help!


Face tat girl

Dear Face tat girl,

That is so sad. I cried three times. Go call your mom and dad. Ask for help. Go find detattooers. Get your own place. You can do this. Break free.

Love,
Prudie

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

Rakesh Satyal was one of the three people showcased at the throuple baby shower. He’s a very gay Indian writer that works Atria books, “raises marginalized voices” and is a Lambda Literary award winner.

Let's zoom in on that one.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rakesh_Satyal

Rakesh Satyal is an American novelist, best known for his Lambda Literary Award-winning debut novel Blue Boy.[1] Blue Boy won the 2009 Prose/Poetry Award from the Association of Asian American Studies and was a finalist for the Publishing Triangle's Edmund White Debut Fiction Award and Satyal was a recipient of a 2010 Fellowship in Fiction from the New York Foundation for the Arts.

Rakesh Satyal was born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio. His parents, Vinay and Lalita Satyal, emigrated to the United States from India. He has a fraternal twin brother, Vikas. His older brother is stand-up comedian Rajiv Satyal.[2] Satyal attended Fairfield Senior High School. Satyal graduated with an A.B. in comparative literature from Princeton University in 2002 after completing a 272-page-long senior thesis, titled "Dissonance (A Novel)," under the supervision of Lynn Tillman and David Ebershoff.[3] He was a member of the a cappella group the Princeton Nassoons.[4] His freshman year, he created the celebration that occurs each semester on Dean's Date, where students cheer on their classmates to turn in their written work on time.


With the exception of a few years in the world of branding, Satyal has worked in book publishing since 2001, when he was an intern at Random House. He worked at what was formerly known as the Doubleday Broadway Publishing Group, then HarperCollins, then Atria Books, a division of Simon & Schuster. He is currently an Executive Editor at HarperOne, a division of HarperCollins. Over the course of his career, he has worked with such authors as Tori Amos, Clive Barker, Common, Daniel Lavery, Janet Mock, Terry Castle, Paulo Coelho, Joey Graceffa, Vestal McIntyre, Armistead Maupin, Michael Arceneaux, Chasten Buttigieg, Anuradha Roy, Rahul Mehta, Ann Powers, and Paul Rudnick.

Blue Boy was published in 2009. Satyal's second novel, No One Can Pronounce My Name, was published in May 2017 by Picador USA. His work has also appeared in the anthologies The Man I Might Become, Fresh Men 2, The Letter Q, and Fifty Writers on Fifty Shades of Grey. Satyal sometimes performs in New York City as a singer. His cabaret act has been mentioned in The New Yorker, the New York Observer, and Page Six. He also garnered attention for his acceptance speech at the Lambda Literary Awards gala, which he sang to the tune of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance".[1]

His novel 'Blue Boy' is being turned into a film by the actor, comedian, and writer Nik Dodani. His novel No One Can Pronounce My Name is being made into a film by Christine Vachon of Killer Films.


Satyal lives in New York City with his husband, John Maas, a literary agent. His brother is comedian Rajiv Satyal. He has a fraternal twin, Vikas Satyal.

If Rakesh is indeed our masked marauder in this thread, there's no excuse for the pajeetish English- a literary professional born and raised in Ohio! Alas it wouldn't be too strange in Current Year, so let's go on.

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100068856094909

https://twitter.com/rakeshsatyal

https://www.linkedin.com/in/rakesh-satyal-751bb66/

https://www.instagram.com/rakeshsatyal/

https://www.rakeshsatyalbooks.com/

https://www.facebook.com/john.d.maas

https://www.facebook.com/rakesh.satyal

https://pigeonpagesnyc.com/rakesh-sat

https://lithub.com/rakesh-satyal-on-the-pick-up-line-that-changed-his-life/

The thinly disguised memoir novei:

https://www.rakeshsatyalbooks.com/blue-boy

Meet Kiran Sharma: lover of music, dance, and all things sensual; son of immigrants, social outcast, spiritual seeker. A boy who doesn't quite understand his lot—until he realizes he's a god. . .


As an only son, Kiran has obligations—to excel in his studies, to honor the deities, to find a nice Indian girl, and, above all, to make his mother and father proud—standard stuff for a boy of his background. If only Kiran had anything in common with the other Indian kids besides the color of his skin. They reject him at every turn, and his cretinous public schoolmates are no better. Cincinnati in the early 1990s isn’t exactly a hotbed of cultural diversity, and Kiran’s not-so-well-kept secrets don’t endear him to any group. Playing with dolls, choosing ballet over basketball, taking the annual talent show way too seriously. . .the very things that make Kiran who he is also make him the star of his own personal freak show. . .

Surrounded by examples of upstanding Indian Americans—in his own home, in his temple, at the weekly parties given by his parents’ friends—Kiran nevertheless finds it impossible to get the knack of “normalcy.” And then one fateful day, a revelation: perhaps his desires aren’t too earthly, but too divine. Perhaps the solution to the mystery of his existence has been before him since birth. For Kiran Sharma, a long, strange trip is about to begin—a journey so sublime, so ridiculous, so painfully beautiful, that it can only lead to the truth. . .

Rakesh Kumar Satyal
August 25, 1980

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Based on his writing style in his tweets, I think it's definitely possible this is the same incoherent lisping dork who showed up here. Time will tell I suppose.

 

[MirnaMinkoff]

Based on his writing style in his tweets, I think it's definitely possible this is the same incoherent lisping dork who showed up here. Time will tell I suppose.

I had the same initial hesitations, when I read his background including Ohio childhood and fancy degree, but then I watched a short video of him promoting his book and realized he is a absurd, queeny fag who would definitely post like this. Going undercover he figured he needed to use dumb punctuation and use a no-no word to be among TERFs at KF. (i.e. He can use the word faggot because he is one.)

But why would a gay POC Pajeet hipster book editor living in Brooklyn, or his boyfriend, or whoever, suddenly be bothering with this thread? Daniel/Mallory’s new novel. Rakesh is the editor, or working with Mallory, on her novel. Eyes are on her online and media profile and what her, or his, name is turning up in recent search results. (I figure you get double the headache since they have to track the dead name and the new name)

As much as one embraces revolutionary queer throuple breeders the publisher is going to be promoting a total, quirky, funny, debut chick lit novel written by the male cuckhold, Mr. Daniel Lavery, entitled Women’s Hotel. Awkward.

The poster seems to be trying to spin Dr Joseph (aka Ms Grace Lavery) in a slightly less horrific light.

It can’t be great for your author’s debut novel targeted to the chick lit market to be getting lots of press for being a trans-man cuckhold married to a MTF loon that likes posting photos of his fist crammed in your beloved author’s mouth and making pedo jokes about the infant he just had with his girlfriend. It’s almost the type of thing that might alienate most of The Toast female fanbase the imprint is counting on to buy, or care, about Mallory’s new novel.

Even better, from initial pre-order cover photos, the book cover only references Daniel Lavery (no mention of Mallory Ortberg) so they have to heavily rely on the name of “Daniel Lavery” to sell this book to women and I don’t think Lavery brand is going to be doing them any favors among people they hope will buy a quirky novel entitled “Women’s Hotel.”

The google and SM results for Lavery can’t be inspiring much confidence in winning over the chick lit demo with a novel about the funny quirky residents of a ladies’ only hotel in mid-century NYC.

Word to the wise, just buy, or re-read “Two Serious Ladies” by Jane Bowles if you want a great novel written about women by a lesbian woman, married to a sadistic, degenerate queer sex pest. Buying a copy would be preferable because Jane Bowles deserves more appreciation and Daniel/Mallory is a one trick literary pony.

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

It can’t be great for your author’s debut novel targeted to the chick lit market to be getting lots of press for being a trans-man cuckhold married to a MTF loon that likes posting photos of his fist crammed in your beloved author’s mouth and making pedo jokes about the infant he just had with his girlfriend. It’s almost the type of thing that might alienate most of The Toast female fanbase the imprint is counting on to buy, or care, about Mallory’s new novel.

Even better, from initial pre-order cover photos, the book cover only references Daniel Lavery (no mention of Mallory Ortberg) so they have to heavily rely on the name of “Daniel Lavery” to sell this book to women and I don’t think Lavery brand is going to be doing them any favors among people they hope will buy a quirky novel entitled “Women’s Hotel.”

The google and SM results for Lavery can’t be inspiring much confidence in winning over the chick lit demo with a novel about the funny quirky residents of a ladies’ only hotel in mid-century NYC.

Now that you've unpacked the absurdity of it- how mind-blowing it is.

It really proves that neither "Danny" nor her agents nor anyone around her believes the conceits of troonery at all.

Imagine any heterosexually married man, of any age or ethnicity, getting that book looked at, let alone published, let alone bought by anyone.

There is no genre, no ethnic or racial niche, no nationality, that would allow him to pull that off.

Only a quirk chungus lady writer can write this book or get it published. And so she has. But only after handicapping herself to such an extent that she will not be recognized by her fellow quirk chunguses, and dooming the book to fizzle in dim obscurity.

Hilarious tragedy.

 

[Friend of Dorothy Parker]

Face tat girl

Dear Face tat girl,

That is so sad. I cried three times. Go call your mom and dad. Ask for help. Go find detattooers. Get your own place. You can do this. Break free.

Love,
Prudie

Or Prudie's response, as NuPru, aka Mallory, aka Daniel:

Dear face tat person of indiscriminate gender (I refuse to say, "girl" and you should, too),

Th(eteronormative; this WILL be a gender-free space, or Evan will mute you); dr:

Kindly change all pronouns in your letter to "they." You are intolerant, and maybe you should try being more understanding and respectful of your spouse's needs. When I invented The Toast with my bestie (who claims to be a natal woman but I can fix her, hubba-hubba), we discovered that the best cure for bigots like you is to yell at your mother to a soundtrack of Texts from Jane Eyre, which I wrote after I invented The Toast, because it is so hilarious you'll realize that your (gender-neutral) cuckolding is what you really want. Any questions? Ask your favorite brother.

LYLASBro,
Prudentius*

*I, too, grow frigid at the anhistorical masculinization of the nom de plume (or should I say, nomx de plumx) , too, but it's a little known fact that unholy Romans recognized no gender distinctions (see: bathhouses, Caligula; I also recommend this documentary).
Viz.:

-NP/DL

 

[Trianon]

Poo-touching is gross, and people shouldn't call anyone's employer (or brag about it), but watch how Joe conflates criticizing his parenting choices with criticizing a baby.


link | archive

He's talking about "extravagant names" being the point of contention, but I bet he really thinks not clapping at the head joke is an insult to Rocco.

 

[AirdropShitposts]

Joe teases his "transphobic incident" at Berkeley again. We're making him mad, and he hates being mad!

It is incredibly unlikely that old crabby professor was surrounded by homophobic bigots in 1980's English departments, and that this effected his promotions, book reviews, etc. So this made up reason you have for some dude you think you sound like ("genius" lmao) you don't actually know being crabby is actually a good metaphor for your suffering of massive "transphobia" in the Berkeley English department.

He, without evidence, claims this mans friends were dying (only ~100,000 people died from AIDS in the 1980's, more than a third weren't gay men), then stolen valor segues into claiming "an age of anti-trans hate of an unprecedented sort" as if this is comparable when the only claim about anything he makes is people tweeting that he's a pedophile because he talks about children sexually.

A just-so story, and for what? Convincing a few hundred irrelevant people online that he'll never meet that he's actually not completely transparent? That if he cope and seethes into the universe enough it will come down and smash the theocrats who run Berkeley's English department?

 

[OttoWest]

Once again a reminder of who is fat and Lily did have sex with:

Of all the narc svengalii in NYC, this is what she chose to procreate with?

 

[MirnaMinkoff]

Now that you've unpacked the absurdity of it- how mind-blowing it is.

It really proves that neither "Danny" nor her agents nor anyone around her believes the conceits of troonery at all.

Imagine any heterosexually married man, of any age or ethnicity, getting that book looked at, let alone published, let alone bought by anyone.

There is no genre, no ethnic or racial niche, no nationality, that would allow him to pull that off.

Only a quirk chungus lady writer can write this book or get it published. And so she has. But only after handicapping herself to such an extent that she will not be recognized by her fellow quirk chunguses, and dooming the book to fizzle in dim obscurity.

Hilarious tragedy.

I’d love to hear how the publishing house tried to gingerly discuss the hate crime of using the only name that has any recognition among a reading audience. I’ll be curious how they try to remind people that “Daniel Lavery = Mallory Ortberg of The Toast” in promotional material without causing PTSD to troons.

They’ve used “Daniel Mallory Ortberg” on all her previous books, but now Mallory and Ortberg are discarded for her debut novel. She’s now officially Mr. Lavery.

They might have hoped that recent NYMag story would help raise the profile of Daniel Lavery. Then they read it and realized it would be utterly repellent or off putting to 99% of the target demo for the novel.

I wonder if her publishers realize Mallory wrote her debut novel to impress Dr. Joesph, not to appeal to her former fanbase, who Dr. Joesph utterly loathes.

A book about a building full of pooners would be more far more interesting than recycled Mad Men character tropes. It seems like Mallory is infringing on Fiona Davis’s well trod, fluffy chick lit vintage NYC territory, but that’s probably why the publisher hoped “Women’s Hotel” might be viable.

The Women’s Room by Marylin French already covered this territory in a non-quirky way by telling the stories of women who actually lived through the era.

I’d be tempted to read a Pooner Motel book by Mallory. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem like she even knows enough pooners well enough to do a handful of authentic character sketches. Even if she did she’d be too worried about causing accidental hate crimes or offense via writing anything approaching honest, interesting depictions. The psychodrama of a the lives of a dozen pooners in NYC 2023 would be chock full of drama and a lot fresher than Mallory trying to imagine how her grandmother’s generation lived as young women.

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

I’d love to hear how the publishing house tried to gingerly discuss the hate crime of using the only name that has any recognition among a reading audience. I’ll be curious how they try to remind people that “Daniel Lavery = Mallory Ortberg of The Toast” in promotional material without causing PTSD to troons.

They’ve used “Daniel Mallory Ortberg” on all her previous books, but now Mallory and Ortberg are discarded for her debut novel. She’s now officially Mr. Lavery.

Add in increasingly aggressive censorship from Google's search engine and things look grim indeed.

I've had to get more and more crafty to steer around search censorship when it comes to digging up the "dead" over the past year or so. Google is the worst but all of them do it to some extent, except for ones that are too underpowered (like Brave) to do a deep look at much anyways.

The casual book browser is going to just think some weird man she never heard of wrote this thing. She won't spend the time or effort to find out it's actually an even weirder woman who she has a slightly higher chance of having heard of before.

(remember when that was why it was considered anti-feminist to expect women to change names at marriage?)

 

[Paul Enwerdhoeven]

But why would a gay POC Pajeet hipster book editor living in Brooklyn, or his boyfriend, or whoever, suddenly be bothering with this thread?

Joe was probably complaining at the baby shower or something. I thought the "Don't you think Joe should be able to participate?"-posting was weird (because of course Joe can participate, he doesn't need our permission) but now I realize Joe must think he's banned because he was trying to rejoin back when registration was closed. Joe must've told Rakesh "These awful TERFs talk shit about me but won't let me participate in their thread; I tried posting in it once but I couldn't handle how stupid they were, etc. etc." and Rakesh figured this would be a good wedge issue to troll us with. Of course it falls totally flat because, as usual, Joe has no idea what he's talking about.

As much as one embraces revolutionary queer throuple breeders the publisher is going to be promoting a total, quirky, funny, debut chick lit novel written by the male cuckhold, Mr. Daniel Lavery, entitled Women’s Hotel. Awkward.

Given that no one knows "Daniel Lavery", I wonder if there will be any "Why is this MAN writing a book called Woman's Hotel???" hot takes that quickly get walked back. Mallory really boned herself by changing both her first and last names. If she were going by "Malcolm Ortberg" or something her career would be in much better shape.

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

Given that no one knows "Daniel Lavery", I wonder if there will be any "Why is this MAN writing a book called Woman's Hotel???" hot takes that quickly get walked back. Mallory really boned herself by changing both her first and last names. If she were going by "Malcolm Ortberg" or something her career would be in much better shape.

How will they even walk it back without conceding that she really is, deep down, on all the levels that actually count, a woman?

 

[Potatis Salad]

"an age of anti-trans hate of an unprecedented sort"

It's real just check out this Instagram story


Joe's mom gets to spend time with her grandson, wonder why Lily's mom hasn't been invited yet? Has she been abolish-the-family'd out of the picture? ("Abolish the family for thee, but not for me!" -Dr. Joseph)



Meanwhile, Mallory does a reading from another new novel (??) called Gallstones. Meh.

Rejected Shorts is, apparently, "a comedy show that celebrates rejection." The rejects from the night Mallory performed:

 

[Dr. Butt]

Rejected Shorts is, apparently, "a comedy show that celebrates rejection." The rejects from the night Mallory performed:

lol all fat

 

[Ninon42]

Soon the day will come when baby Rochbert looks at his birther lala and utters his probable first word: mama. Oh, the inherent transphobia.

Saying dada to Joe would be even more crushing to the throuple and their crusade against nature, but it's unlikely he'll be around enough during the kid's formative years to leave much of a parental impression.