Once in Puerto Rico, I held on to a rock ledge for fourty five minutes, refusing to jump into the lagoon below. My friends shouted encouragement and strangers offered kind advice, until finally the man I loved crawled up the rock face and stood behind me coaxing, “This is not a metaphor!” He said this because he knew that I … Read More
In most of the dreams I remember from childhood, I am a boy. Rescuing a maiden from a tower, or not rescuing anyone in particular, but definitely a boy. For years, when the only language I had were the scraps tossed from the popular kids table, “lesbian” seemed as likely an explanation as anything. What does it mean to dream … Read More
“Hello my love… “How does that song go?I just got one of those new keyboards with both the latin and greek letters on the keys, it is extremely confusing to say the least, and i can’t for the life of me write a single effing word without going back and correcting. Vowels and consonants sneak up like unfriendly misfits all … Read More