I believe that the great, unifying themes in truly universal expressions of art cross all genre boundaries. That, if you look, you can find the same loss, same yearning for love, longing for reunion with the divine, bubbling up in our shared mythology. Every so often, these conenctions present themselves to me, shining like threads of gold out of ( Read more... )

Was in Toronto for the weekend. Johnny and I walked to the small store down the street to get vital supplies, such as chips. We have a habit of strolling through the neighborhood arm in arm, or hand in hand. This can look comical as all get out, seeing that she's six feet tall, and I'm at best five three. But love always looks silly, and feels ( Read more... )

Part of living in two countries is an acceptance of driving as a way of life. Commuting becomes anything under two hours. 100 or so miles (140 kilometers) seems perfectly reasonable. Life is a matter of time and distance, I used to say. I was young. Now, I’d say- life is a matter of how you endure time and distance. If you can accept with a shrug ( Read more... )

Can you catch the gay?
HetracilThat'd give a whole new meaning to drag racing- catching 'the gay.' When sweaty men in tiny shorts race after one another, muscled thighs pumping, and reach their sinewy hands back for that reassuring slap of the long, smooth rod- that is relay racing. This is different ( Read more... )

Friday started out typical, worked, drove up to Toronto to get J., drove back. The QEW is not a road to take on a Friday afternoon during rush hour, and it added an extra hour to our travel time, but we made it back to Buffalo by seven. We were due at the Hamlin House at 8:30 for Kate’s birthday party. Margaret had arraigned everything- invited ( Read more... )

Happy New Year
Johnny wrote a stunning post about our time in Buffalo over at her blog roughly the same time I was writing this. Amazing, beautiful, generous human being, that Johnny Class ( Read more... )

Have to distinguish between what is natural to feel on a wet, drear late October night during a 13 hour shift at work, and what is a ghost in the brain. What darkness folds its wings on me. I've felt despair; this isn't it. But Despair leaves termite trails in the wood of your self. Like old veins shifting dust, not the heady rush of lifeblood. ( Read more... )

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At the Genderfukt show, Deb "Dirk" Pierce talked about trying to change a tampon while in drag, and dropping his cock. I've said similar things over the years- you want to feel manly? Try changing your feminine hygiene product while packing. The cock keeps getting in the damn way. And bloody hell, do hormones make me nuts- I am far more aggressive ( Read more... )

In what is now tradition, my library assistant is also quite a fine writer-Check Lori out at her site

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