Twenty-Five Years of Queer Delight

If I could let you know --

two women together is a work
nothing in civilization has made simple,

two people together is a work
heroic in its ordinariness,

the slow-picked, halting traverse of a pitch
where the fiercest attention becomes routine

-- look at the faces of those who have chosen it.

Happy Silver Anniversary to Moose and Goose! The Creative Division here in Roxie's World decided it would be impossible to top last year's anniversary post for side-splitting relational hilarity (audience studies show that many of our loyal readers still wander through the produce aisle humming a song the moms discuss in that interview, "We Buy Fruit and Watch It Rot"), so we just decided to toss up some borrowed words, iconic images, and -- of course -- a Springsteen love song to make sure you all get a little verklempt while you read this. Go on, you sweet, sentimental fools. Click on the vid. We have to go make clam dip for this afternoon's basketball game/not-quite-an-anniversary-party event. (The moms are feeling a little retro today, so they've decided to serve clam dip and Rolling Rock as an homage to their early days on the Jersey shore, when money was tight and good taste was a sign of false consciousness. Wev.)

You know what, Mr. Springsteen? On their best days, the moms feel like a really awesome band that has stuck together through thick and thin because deep in the bottom of their rocked-out hearts they know they'd never sound as good or have nearly as much fun with anybody else. Tell the nice people how it's done, Boss: