The Lesbian Housewife
As an unemployed lesbian housewife, I spend a lot of time cleaning. One might think that with the subversion of the gender binary there would be equal chores, and on deep cleaning days there are, but for the everyday: she is the butch and she works, I am the femme and my work is more … Read more
Echo Decompress
The Sad Hour at the Echo was a great deal of fun. My friends came out, the bands were great, and my wife met us when she got off work. Here are some photos: Many thanks to Liz Garo for organizing the event. Valentines day ended with all of us in Two Boots, where I … Read more
Good Luck and insomnia
Another night, the insomnia bringing me from bed again and again, twitching past benzodiazepine soothing to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race and for a few hours find my happy place. This early in the season, there are only so much glitter joy streaming, I want to husband the next episode until another time of need, or … Read more
Part of that conversation
The eve of the reading and for some reason I am swept up in a wave of melancholy. My car is in the shop, and the stress over getting a ride to the reading is upsetting. Living in LA, driving is so essential. I live in Echo Park, thus while I technically could walk to … Read more
Valentines and happy hearts
Listening to this Lana Del Rey album it is growing on me more and more. Last night, through headphones in a cascade of notes I tweeted at four am that I might actually like it. Lost a follower in the morning, gained a welcoming mention from another. Funny how twitter works. We have these loose … Read more
Disarray
Another night, and I’m listening to the soft wind outside my window. The curtains are pink and shimmer. Without my contacts everything takes on a certain blur. There is a coziness here, but a feeling of calm before chaos, respite from the emotional turmoil of the last few days. Stephen’s father died a few nights … Read more
Super bowl vs. LDR
Today was the super bowl. I took a middle ground. Between proclaiming some sort of ideological superiority at not watching or watching raptly with hot wings, I watched with my friend A. and we talked through the entire thing. We hadn’t seen enough of each other lately, his heel injury keeping him in and out … Read more
literal or to say the actual; problematic
I always make more coffee than I can drink. There’s a pattern here, a pattern of restless sleep, a pattern of late rising and frenetic onset of tasks. I sort through the fog on awakening discard some things take on others. What is it today? Last night I had some wine and spent a little … Read more
NaNoWriMo’s bastard
NaNoWriMo is over now and I am still revising the novel that hurtled forth using all sorts of grotesque bodily fluid imagery. The thing was, much of it I had previously written, but upon slippage, upon melding, the parts ran apart and remixed themselves and I am still sorting out what should go where. Due … Read more
First post in the new blog
I’m sitting at my kitchen table watching the sun set over downtown. I can see it patchily through the lace curtains and around the cat, who stares longingly knowing she’ll never get there. I pulled an all-nighter last night working on this site, teaching myself wordpress and clicking many buttons angrily before I discovered the … Read more
Jet Set Desolate
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