When I was a little girl my mother used to dress me in green corduroy overalls. If my father had had his way I probably would have been wearing a crown of flowers and a burlap sack. My parents fell in love in Vermont, at a gay bar, during a costume party and decided to get married three weeks later. Three years and two months later I arrived on ( Read more... )

I once volunteered to help shave my boyfriend's face having no idea the ordeal that shaving a man's face is. Immediately he informed me that there were all sorts of rules that I didn't know about, up then down (or was it down and then up?), never on any kind of angle, different areas could only be shaved in one direction, and the throat has to be ( Read more... )

I was lying in bed last night, contemplating exactly how far I'd go to save my new suede boots from the rain when my thoughts were interrupted by a friend's phone call demanding an answer to the ultimate 20-something question: How long will a girl compare potential mates to her first love ( Read more... )

One hot summer day I was sitting in my over air-conditioned office, talking to one of my friend's boyfriends online when, after being informed that one of my good friends offered to have a hit taken out on an ex after a breakup, he suggested that I should write my surreal life into a book. I've decided to use this as the medium to start writing ( Read more... )