"So, Cathy, I hear that you hate me."
I didn’t get a good feeling after I met Marc’s new boyfriend, Aaron. In his mid-twenties, he acted like he had something to prove…that he was just as smart, just as worldly, just as accomplished as Marc and the rest…
American Chic Exhibit
Let’s Talk About Sex
I had dinner last week with my non-husband husband Marc and our friend Kane. Two gay guys and me. All Cal grads. All city dwellers. All single. All verbally abusive. I was running a tad bit late. When I got…
Dear Anonymous,
FUCK YOU! Wherein you can hide behind the guise of an anonymous post, I–very much unlike you–have the courage to open my life up to the public and to be honest about it. I never said I was perfect. If…
Praying at Burning Man
I’m not one of those religious freaks who proselytizes about her faith. I mostly keep to myself, very rarely disclosing my religious beliefs and opinions outside of my blog. A couple months ago, through a Burning Man newsletter, I read…
Twice Burned, Once Shy
They burned him twice. First, on the first official night of the event. Second, on Saturday, the night of the burn–the only night he should have burned. That was the one that was planned. That was the one that was…