Archive for the ‘Love’ category

“The interloper” redux

In 2011 I published a story on this site called “The interloper”. In it, a teenaged girl named Jessie falls in love with her best friend Sarah. They eventually break up when Sarah can no longer take the pressure of being queer in high school. Sarah gives Jessie a box of the notes they’ve exchanged […]

For I have loved and I know

My family isn’t much for spoken expression of affection. I’ve felt terrible about it at times. One time, instead of feeling terrible about it, I sidestepped it, or tried to: my mother had asked me for a copy of some song, and this was back when I was downloading lots of music from, oh, whatever […]

2015?!! Shit. Mixmas got delivered in February. All the better. Xoxo

2015: Will get better from seroquel on 8tracks Radio. 2015: Happy to be Here from seroquel on 8tracks Radio. Hey my loves, I guess I can’t help myself. I still make a mixmas. In fact I made two. Two different vibes. It made sense to me. What made it a bit more fun this year […]

Callas 90

Maria Callas was born on December 2, 1923 in New York. There is relatively little film footage of Callas, which is a shame since she’s thought of as a great artist of the stage. Here’s a clip from one of two films that were made of her as Tosca, this one in 1958, around her […]

The end of an old road. The beginning of a new one.

The day at the bungalow in Far Rockaway with 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and the tiny clams nipping at us in the waves. Also a day, years before, walking to the beach in FR to pick up sea glass on break from the worst of jobs, a fleeting escape from the misery. […]

Our stupid awesome inevitable Afterlife

Why do I want to write about Kenneth Goldsmith and Sheila Heti and Social Media and The Afterlife? Cause they all add up to this really hot sweaty tangled love story. With a surprise ending. Here, come with me… I’ve been running along this intellectual trail for a few months. It’s got some awesome leaps […]

Tripblog condensed, Week 1

Day 0, Home: Travel doesn’t mean the same thing to me it means to you, almost for sure. It doesn’t mean adventure. It doesn’t mean enrichment. It means nervousness. Day 1, Train: I would put the beginning of the trip as the moment I lay down on my couch to sleep the night before departing […]

Year-end mix: Too much of a good thing edition

Part 1: Cookies Here in the midwest, December rolls around and you start getting invited to Christmas cookie parties. Everyone makes their favorite recipe. Much hilarity ensues, with (literally) too many cooks in the kitchen and the oven going full-blast for hours. The smell of butter and sugar permeates your clothes. You leave your neighbor’s […]

Oh frabjous day!

Four years ago, we in California were euphoric when Obama was declared the victor over McCain. Our joy lasted about 20 minutes, until we got news that Proposition 8 had passed, removing the right to marry. What a difference four years make. Thank you, Barack Obama, for coming out in favor of same-sex marriage. And […]

Make love not war

Some days I am haunted by the “for richer or poorer, sickness and health” dichotomies of the marriage vow. Some days the good to bad range extends to unreasonable expectations. This was one of those days. “So let me get this straight. You wear a red vinyl penis on the outside of your clothes, use a walker […]