My writing surges up and down a sine wave. I have years when I clutter the calendar with posts and years when the lights are still on but the stage sits empty. It’s now April and my last post went up at the end of August, so you might think it’s been another dry year.…
The closest I ever came to being gaybashed was at a convenience store in the late 90s. I came out of the store and got into my car, and just as I started it, two teenagers appeared, one at each of my windows. My window was halfway down, and the kid on my side leaned…
A former coworker pointed me to the news today that freshmeat has suddenly ceased operations. I spent the rest of the day flooded with memories and the urge to jot a few of them down before they’re lost. Perhaps they’ll have some nostalgia value if you were part of that scene in those days. I…
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