*bleedoop* There was a message on my phone. I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if googling “home remedies for depression” one more time would give me any advice beyond “diet and exercise”. The advice is always “exercise, have a routine, eat well, don’t drink”.
“It’s too fuckin’ cold to go to school.” That’s the opening line of Big Guns, the 1987 gay adult film I have on in the background as I write. I would agree, but I don’t go to school anymore, and this is Texas, and it’s May. Though, at 72°, it
In the third generation after we’d colonized the Douzaines Moons, the gems started appearing. A sort of shimmering blood-blister, growing under a fingernail, usually, though about one in a five get it under a toenail, becoming a full-fledged gémmoire a few years after the first flush of hormonal puberty has
What’s it like to be gay in 2016? That’s a difficult topic to talk about. On the one hand, I only know what it’s like to be *me* in 2016. I have neither the knowledge nor the hubris to speak for the whole of Queer experience. On the other hand,
1. Going into Credit Card Debt. I have like five or six credit cards. None of them are “maxxed out” per se, but they’re all close to the limit. Each one was opened with a Very Good Reason in mind– this car needs a new set of tires, this keyboard
So, Marge says to me, she says “Hey, Bill– you wanna try something new?” I mean, we’re talking about dinner, and I figure she’s about to ask me if I want the Yukon Gold or the Idaho Russets in the pot roast– because it’s Sunday and we always have pot
Goals and Predictions 2016. With one or two major exceptions (getting married; moving back to Austin), 2015 was a shit year. So I’m writing it off in lieu of 2016– it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day and I am looking boldly into the face of tomorrow! I’m about