Y’all, I am the most adorable rainbow today – of Fury

This post has been reprinted over at YourTango as “Shaming Someone For Sexual Dysfunction Is NEVER OK & you should also check that article out cause it’s nifty.

It’s 6:30 am & I am already the most adorable rainbow.

Oh, hi. – BTW I’m using my rainbow-hued Crista Anne site again. We’ll see what it turns into as I work off the rust after a few years “off.” My plan is to follow where my words take me, as that’s what has always lead to my best work. So yes, I missed all of you lots, and after two years of biting my tongue on soooooo many topics? I’ve got a lot to say. First, though, self-care in the form of a short black hoodie dress, knee high Rainbow Dash socks, and rainbow fingerless gloves. Today will require all my rainbow revolutionary powers, so obviously – I’m dressed obnoxiously.

There are so many more rainbows I couldn’t get in this picture.

You also need to know that my puppy is the cutest. Yes, puppy. He’s only 4.5 months old.

That pile of sleeping fluff on my couch is Zuri, our Great Pyrenees pup who joined the family about a month ago. He’s the sweetest, but there are challenges when he’s both so big and so small. He stumbles a lot and oh the puppy teeth. The great upside is that he is the sweetest dog you could ask for with the kids and us – but he’s also a Great Fucking Pyrenees and will eat the face off anyone who gets near us without our consent. Full grown he can take on a goddamn grizzly.

Yes, that he’s a guard dog played a role in picking him. My sense of safety at this point is nil, but I’m personally not comfortable with guns in my house – so we’ll have a 200ish pound face eating fluff ball and my dual wielding njoy Elevens for protection. I feel this is a solid plan.

Let’s go back to the Rainbow Revolutionary bit now.

Today is a wonderfully busy day for me, and I’ve decided to write these posts off the cuff – going back to my LiveJournal roots. Friends, cleaning, meetings, and a ton of Woodhull Proposal Work Because Proposals are due today.

Deadline Extended!

(I’m in the super last minute camp too with one, you’re not alone #BlogSquad. Also feel free to message me for help if needed!”)

Going forward there is something that I want to make very clear about my site, my writing and on a very basic level where I am right now – Politics & Sexual Freedom are so intertwined I cannot talk about one without the other. This combination may lose me readers, but this site has been Instagram re-posts for at least 18 months. I’m not too worried about it.

Every day since Nov 8th, I’ve felt like Picard as I either sit down at my desk or picked up my phone, before looking thinking “Damage Report.”

Picard gets me

My pre-coffee self then fell into the abyss of this article. Potential side effects of the drug Trump reportedly takes for hair loss” After reading I needed two cups of coffee and more eyeliner to deal with my response. Now, I’m late on this as it was posted two days ago and is currently the most read story on WaPo, but I have feelings about this.

As a rule, I’m very over hearing people diagnose Trump/wave mental health diagnosis around wildly. Keyboard shrinks need to take a step back cause it’s getting ableist all over and mental illness isn’t a joke nor are the conditions something that anyone but his mental health professionals known. I’ve mental illness; I’m not trying to nuke society for my financial gain. So, I braced myself before reading. This article is written by a Urologist, and he is covering the side effects of a medication that Tr*mp’s MDs have said he takes. Okay. Slightly less bad.

Until I read it and wanted to chain smoke till I had black lung because it made me splittingly furious. The side effects that are so vital for the public to know?

The constellation of potential symptoms, sometimes referred to as post-finasteride syndrome, may include sexual, physical and psychological changes. Of these, the sexual side effects are perhaps the most extensively reported. In fact, in 2012, the Food and Drug Administration announced a label change for Propecia and Proscar, requiring the manufacturer to warn that the medication may be associated with “libido disorders, ejaculation disorders, and orgasm disorders that continued after discontinuation of the drug.”

But Crista, this is taking sexual side effects from medication seriously?! Why U Mad?

Here’s why…

But in speaking to my patients, I have come to realize how often men are not aware of the potentially life-changing and irreversible side effects that may be associated with these medications.

The side effects are being taken seriously because they are happening to men/people with penises. Like the male birth control shut down…which we cannot get me started on cause I’ll scream for days. They are being taken seriously, spoken and warned about – because they happen to people with penises. We don’t have these articles about what happens to uterus owners when we take a whole host of drugs that fuck our libido and desire seven ways to Sunday.

(Ahem: Unless someone “live tweets” her masturbation. Then some attention got paid. That was two years ago, though..)

What pisses me off even more, though? This story is only the most read story because it implies/shames Tr*mp for possibly having sexual dysfunction(s) from his medication. 

I firmly believe that he is an Illegitimate President, I strongly believe he is a white supremacist, I wouldn’t piss on him if he were on fire. I #Resist his actions, beliefs, bans, walls and hatred.

That doesn’t make sexual shaming okay. This one step removed mockery is under my skin because the response to any pushback is that anything that upsets him is good and on twitter a lot of “Why so srs.”

I’m so Srs because sexual dysfunction/sexual side effects and the stigma around them are deadly. That stigma has a body count.

So my political reporter friends? I beg you. Focus on how incompetent he is in the West Wing, or concentrate on the illegal sexual assaults he loves to brag about. If you can’t help yourself, a line or two on how women/people with vulvas & uteruses also experience life-altering sexual side effects from medications would be a huge step forward.

It would also stop me from making anguished rainbow faces. No one likes those.

Anguished Rainbow

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Mighty Queen Mommy Sparkle

I’ve been trapped in my head recently, the intensity of life right now. Popped on social media here and there, but mostly I’ve been quietly processing the extreme changes to life. The anniversary of my Dad’s death was the day before court, unable to handle that as well, I pushed it out of my mind until last night. So far beyond the end of my rope, so much swirling around me.

Haven’t known what to say.

Haven’t known where to even begin.

This afternoon I felt paralyzed. So many thoughts in my head I was completely unable to grab a hold of any of them. That’s when my baby girl decided that she wanted to turn me into Queen Mommy Sparkle. I handed her the glitter face paint, then took a leap by letting her use my Electric Palette to do my makeup. She actually did an amazing job, I am now covered in glitter and rainbows with her favorite crown on my head. We played bubbles and looked at flowers. Life was suddenly calm.

I’ve embraced the calmness. Then embraced the silliness.

I am Queen Mommy Sparkle.

I am Mighty.


Writing for Myself: This is Who I Am.

This site, blog, my tweets, this is all me. This is who I am.

Hello, I'm Crista

Hello, I’m Crista

This is not a persona, this is not a brand. My name IS Crista Anne. As many people can attest, I am the same online and off. The first word people usually use to describe me is sweet. I appreciate that about myself, my sweetness, my kindness, my empathy. I’ve worked hard to retain them though my life.

We live in this age of snark, hostility, harassment. As has been said here before, I reject all that. Yes, I do occasionally use snark in the face of harassment, hostility or threats – but snark in those cases is what I see as my best option. Snark has a place in this world, I deeply dislike that it’s become the first response instead of empathy. People keep telling me to get over it, this is how the world is.

Nothing changes unless people change. One by one. At least in this instance.

When you’re interacting with me online, you’re interacting with the real me. I call myself a “Professional Oversharer” not because of the attention seeking, but because I’m comfortable talking about a wide range of the messiness of life that others like to gloss over. Ignore. Shame. I share my imperfections, flaws, and mistakes along with everything else because I’m comfortable with all of it.

I honestly love myself. Which has taken a very long time to do, but here I am. I love myself, even the ugly bits. The parts that are still broken, for I am a work in progress.

I love my life, as hard and as messy and as complicated as it is. I love my Partner-In-Everything, XVO. I love his strength and brilliance. His goodness, acceptance and support. I love our us. I love how we face life together, even when it’s hard, even when we have differences.

I love my work. The work I am doing now, that I have done in the past, the work I will do in the future. I’ll take and run with Carol Queen calling me a rainbow-colored pleasure revolutionary!” It’s what I am, it’s what I will continue to be.

This site was intended to be my little space within the vastness of the internet. #OrgasmQuest took over for a while, but this is still my space for me. You may not like everything I have to say, you may not agree with everything I do. If you choose to voice those disagreements, as long as it is done respectfully, I’m happy to engage. As stated in my earlier post, I cannot begin to keep up with the emails regarding #OrgasmQuest, but comments here? Interacting with me on twitter? If I’m around, I’m happy to chat. I really do like most people, I do tend to give the benefit of doubt to folks. I hope they do the same in return with me.

Microblogging: My Unicorn Hoodie

For everyone who has asked about my unicorn hoodie, here it is!

You can get one here: Leg Avenue Women’s Cozy Unicorn*

I’m a size 6-8 and ordered a medium. My Unicorn hoodie a teeny bit snug, but 90% of the time I wear it as a long hoodie so the snug isn’t a problem.

*Yes, that is an affiliate link. I don’t take advertising on this site, so that’s how I make teeny, tiny amounts of money.


Welcome to the Rainbow Dildo Glitter Cave!

My usual office is our three season porch. It’s a huge room off the main house with sliding glass doors for walls on three sides. It’s bright, beautiful and has an exquisite view of the forest behind out house. (Added bonus, I can keep an eye on the kids back there and get work done!) My ugly as sin lime green couch is out there, my clothing, it’s my incredibly well-lit dungeon – I love it.

Three season is the key. From Jan – March though, it’s just too cold out there for me to spend any time. Yes, I am a native Wisconsinite, but fibro killed my ability to handle any sort of chill. My fingers stop moving, so obviously I cannot work out there over that time.

So last week we re-purposed the “art” room. Moved the kiddo art supplies into the living room, which needed to happen anyway – this room was turning into a dumping ground for the toys they didn’t want to clean up instead of a creative space. Now it is MINE. I’m right across from their playroom so again – I can work and keep an eye on them.

Highlights include hanging spaces for my rainbow wardrobe *and* my own jerkoff pad that is covered in vintage 80’s Rainbow Brite sheets and sleeping bag. *cackles with glee*

So now you can know exactly where I am when you’re interacting with me.