Life in the Methow Valley is not like life in your other parts of rural America, and it isn't just our beautiful landscape that separates us from the rest. In most of the small towns I have travelled to in the last few years I have noticed a distinct marginalization of the LGBT communities that dwell quietly within their population.
But here, in the Methow Valley, we celebrated today. And in this celebration, Winthrop, Washington, made a statement today: Small towns do not have small…Continue
The sign at the County Clerk's Office in San Francisco clears it all up:
We had finished dinner and I was hoping to relax and watch some TV when my wife stopped me on the way to the couch.…Continue
These redwood giants stand up,
Their deep roots feeding the earth pleasure,
And their shoots flirting with the sun.
Nobody will climb them except in the forest
Where just that way past the hill the sensual ones
Are blushing under silent caresses.
I met one that was like an octopus
Whose beak I sensed but never felt.
Firmly gripped--soft arms on me
In a fog, not sure what I saw.
The Little Rock weather during the spring of 1968 can be summed up in one word; wet. It was the final semester of my last year of medical school and I had had it with academe, being poor, and put as my first choice an internship in the desert.…Continue
June 20, 2013 3:00 PM…Continue
Tall grove of trees
overlooking the rushing river…
It was one of those dinner parties where everyone had had a little too much to drink, and the conversation around the table had grown more . . . shall we say, spirited. Changes were being rung on the usual male-female antinomies–shopping, burping, etc.–when one of the wives went a little too far.
“. . . and don’t get me started on his back hair!”
“Jeff doesn’t know which end of a hammer is up,” a woman named Sally said with a laugh, which the…Continue
I roll over in the night and wrap my arm around her. There is a soft sibilant accent to her breathing. I snuggle up to her face and am greeted with cold, clammy rubbery skin. I move and a tentacle wraps itself around my arm. There is a sudden rush of cold humid air in my face and I realize that I…Continue
THE FIRST ENIGMA
I woke up on Tuesday feeling pretty good. I had actually slept well the night before - a cause for celebration these days. I went down to my neighbor's to chat and he was on a conference call so I went back upstairs to discover I had pulled the ultimate bonehead move - I was locked out. God, that's a shitty feeling, isn't it? I went down and called the building engineer who (because I'm a bonehead) did not have a current key and was not able to break in. Luckily, I did have my debit card on…Continue
After 47 years, I’d have said my favorite parts of the day are the morning when I wake up and find my husband in bed with me, and in the evening when he comes home and we make dinner together. My life has its rhythm because I enjoy him.
A few weeks ago, he got a call asking if he’d consider an interview with a head-hunter in…Continue
He deserved the ground and pound that I gave him!
Friday’s when I usually take a day off from cardio and work with weights. You need to vary your routine if you want to get the most out of your workouts. I know, I read it on the internet so it must be true.…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
Back when I was a kid, telephones had a party line, that is, you shared the connection with another customer, usually someone in the same neighborhood. It was how residential phone service was provided back then.
What a pain in the ass it was. Anytime you picked up the phone, night or day, someone you didn’t even know could be yakking away like there was no tomorrow. Sometimes for hours. It was especially awful when I…Continue
Summary of the amusement
Sensual Brigade agent Money Fact sends teleoperator Clarity Nice inside a large Thai champagne shipping container to the Park Hyatt hotel in the Emirate of Abu Dhabi, where Clarity seeks her friends, abducted by beauty lotion scam perpetrator Cassandra Scafarel. At the luxurious hotel, Clarity faces a local power broker, Hamir…Continue
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Having a son is like a non-stop newsfeed dedicated to the miracles of the colon.
When my son returns from school in the afternoon, he greets me with his customary, "I have to poop!"
Thank you, my blessed son, I think. Thank you.
Needless to say, the general reaction to his rambling and incessant newsfeed is typically, "EW!" from either me or his beloved elder sister.
Pulling his pants down and waddling to the bathroom after the latest…Continue
Thoughts borrowed from a Truckstop ...
I'm not exactly sure ... why ...
but as I hold my own private vigil for Madiba ...
find ... I always come back to the moment of dance ...
which is what ... brings me here ...
here ... where always ... thoughts ... are free ...
and then ... and then ...
I somehow hear the voice of Cesaria…