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ineptshieldmaid replied to your post:magickedteacup reblogged your post and added: …
Those would be your metasorores! (Borrowing the logic from the poly term metamor, used to describe the lover of one’s lover, or, broadly speaking, the connections beyond one’s love. Horrible greek-latin combo also borrowed from said discourse.)
I love this idea. Metasorores! Welcome to the Metasorority, I say beatifically to the woman who introduced my little sister to her husband, who has my niece as the beneficiary of her retirement plan because she has no blood descendants, to the woman who was told my niece-to-be’s name before I was; you have been assimilated into the [our maiden name] Sisterhood Collective, I will now tag you in everything I post on Facebook about the niece. (Actually she’s mega-rad; she drove from Chicago straight to the farm in one long overnight go, and got out of her car and washed her hands and borrowed a pair of rubber boots and dove straight into delunging turkeys with me, the first time we met [well, we might have met at the wedding but i don’t remember because I’d just driven overnight *to* Illinois and washed my hands and set to work setting tables, so it’s kind of a theme and that wedding’s mostly a blur and I don’t think I drank at all], and we spent six hours replacing the word “love” in every song with the word “lungs” or “blood” because it was funny. Look for our upcoming album on iTunes.)
I have metasorores I don’t know that well, too– the woman who lives near my isolated sister in Georgia and swaps babysitting with her and keeps her alive when none of us can make it down there, or her former college roommate who was sort of nasty to me but that doesn’t particularly matter, we don’t always like the people we are bound to, and she loves my sister and that is important and necessary.
The regular-sorores are kind of on the same page though, I get parenting advice for my non-blood sister all the time as she struggles with her kids, and both my sisters with children have begun writing her letters and exchanging parenting books with her.
Oh I guess there’s another of my underpinning themes, I really like stories about complex non-nuclear non-blood families.
ineptshieldmaid replied to your post:magickedteacup reblogged your post and added: …
Those would be your metasorores! (Borrowing the logic from the poly term metamor, used to describe the lover of one’s lover, or, broadly speaking, the connections beyond one’s love. Horrible greek-latin combo also borrowed from said discourse.)
I love this idea. Metasorores! Welcome to the Metasorority, I say beatifically to the woman who introduced my little sister to her husband, who has my niece as the beneficiary of her retirement plan because she has no blood descendants, to the woman who was told my niece-to-be’s name before I was; you have been assimilated into the [our maiden name] Sisterhood Collective, I will now tag you in everything I post on Facebook about the niece. (Actually she’s mega-rad; she drove from Chicago straight to the farm in one long overnight go, and got out of her car and washed her hands and borrowed a pair of rubber boots and dove straight into delunging turkeys with me, the first time we met [well, we might have met at the wedding but i don’t remember because I’d just driven overnight *to* Illinois and washed my hands and set to work setting tables, so it’s kind of a theme and that wedding’s mostly a blur and I don’t think I drank at all], and we spent six hours replacing the word “love” in every song with the word “lungs” or “blood” because it was funny. Look for our upcoming album on iTunes.)
I have metasorores I don’t know that well, too– the woman who lives near my isolated sister in Georgia and swaps babysitting with her and keeps her alive when none of us can make it down there, or her former college roommate who was sort of nasty to me but that doesn’t particularly matter, we don’t always like the people we are bound to, and she loves my sister and that is important and necessary.
The regular-sorores are kind of on the same page though, I get parenting advice for my non-blood sister all the time as she struggles with her kids, and both my sisters with children have begun writing her letters and exchanging parenting books with her.
Oh I guess there’s another of my underpinning themes, I really like stories about complex non-nuclear non-blood families.
