About me
Hi! I’m Dana.
Hi, Dana!
I’m a fiftysomething Southerner (Cajun) mother of two adult children. I grew up a Navy brat, went into the Army, got married and divorced once each, and then spent a lot of years in a dead-end situation with the father of my second child. I’ve brushed elbows with some interesting people (you would recognize the names of my current housemate, L, and near neighbor, who I’ll call Neighbor here, if you run in certain ecological and/or political circles) and have been in some weird-ass situations, many of which I think are worth relating.
Oh, and I have a pottymouth, so watch out for that.
About this Substack
This is my “main” Substack where pretty much anything goes. It will probably operate a lot like a blog, except certain functions are reserved for paying members.
Chat: Any paying member can start a conversation there. Play nice.
Commenting: What it says on the tin. I may open it up for a free-for-all now and again, but let me get settled into a routine first. If I ever do.
Content: Some posts are public, most are not. Paid members can see the “not.”
If you want to start from the first post, paid members can start here, people who want to read the gender stuff can start here. For a while I had a couple subsections for specific topics I thought I would cover in more depth, and then I rarely used one and never used the other, so there are no subsections now.
I have some other Substacks as well, because why not.
Born With Ovaries: So I have this site (if you look, it is a total blank right now, as of mid-July ‘25) that I want to make into a biology-acknowledging feminist resource. Maybe something along the lines of Our Bodies, Ourselves, since unfortunately OBO has quit and they had long bought into sex fraud anyway. I was too vague in starting the Substack and I need to scrub it and start over and make it a better resource. Paid subscriptions are possible there and will support my endeavors in that vein, if that sort of thing interests you.
It won’t be about troonery, though I may start one more soon that does.
Rebutting Butler: I got a bee in my bonnet and took down Judith Butler’s most famous essay. I may go back and tackle some of her other stuff if I’m ever feeling squirrelly enough. You may find it useful in your arguments with sex frauds and their supporters. You may not. Whichever, that’s a totally free account so it’s risk-free to subscribe.
studio random: Set this up so anyone wanting to keep up with my “artistic” (🙄) endeavors could get email updates if they wanted to. Also a free account.
About the name
I used to have this boyfriend who would sign off his emails, no matter who they were for, with the tagline “Just an earthbound misfit, I.” If you didn’t know, that’s half a line from Pink Floyd’s song “Learning To Fly,” not to be confused with “Learn To Fly” by the Foo Fighters, which is also an excellent song even if Dave Grohl is a cheating wanker. Anyway, I loved Pink Floyd’s song before I met that boyfriend, and I kept loving it long after we broke up, and good riddance.
I use the entire line (“Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I”) on my personal website, and I frequently use the handle “urthboundmisfit” in social media, both because “earthboundmisfit” is usually taken and because I once knew a woman who went by “urthlvr” online (we were in a Neopagan group, and back then they still pretended to be environmentalists), and I thought that spelling was cool.
And that’ll be all the explanation you never asked for.
