I distinctly remember starting college and listening to many of the guys on my dorm floor talking about their weekend conquests. And for once, these people weren’t making it up. They really were doing the deed, and a couple of them mentioned how the girls loved their chest hair. I didn’t have any. None. Zip. Zilch. I didn’t have any girls either, which I’m totally fine with, but I wanted chest hair. I probably went to bed for the next 3 years each night putting a word in with a higher power…Continue
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Do you ever get into a funk and not realize you’re in one? Michigan is a beautiful place to live—and I expect I’ll die here someday—but we have some long ass winters. It didn’t occur to me how much of a toll the 20 and 30-degree weather we’ve been having for MONTHS now was getting me down. Cue my hubby calling and suggesting I fly down to see him in Saint Thomas for a couple of days. This would be my second visit in 6 years.
If ever a good time existed to head south before summer hits…Continue
hi all. this is a bit triggered by the marines sexting photo sharing scandal.[s] it doesnt seem like its reverberating around the media much, but what a scandal. it has all the elements. its also a very 21st century angle with the social media angle. also, there are new actual laws against "revenge porn". am shocked it is not a bigger deal and wonder if the so-called "controlled mass media" is involved in low-profile suppression of it. one wouldnt want any bad stories about…Continue
Little Brother Eddie flew in this past weekend for reasons I cannot divulge, except to say it had something to do with the upcoming book. In any case, he had one request: “I want to go to Frankenmuth.” I asked why. “I want to go get noodles from the restaurant we ate at last time, and I want to stop off at the outlet mall.” I asked why. “Because I like the noodles.” I didn’t mean that part of the reason. “Oh, I want to shop for some clothes for my niece and nephew.”
LB’s niece is…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
Even though Ivanka Trump and hubbie Jared Kushner apparently convinced Daddy Dearest not to overturn the pro-LGBTQ executive order that was enacted by former president Barack Obama in 2014, I do not stand with Ivanka and Jared. I stand with them.
Even though in his statement, he, whom I call Not My President, said that he was “determined to protect the rights of all Americans, including the LGBTQ community,” I do not stand with him. I stand with…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
I grew up in their version of reality.
In the 50s, Communism was evil and Capitalism was good. Free speech was censoring movies, books and TV, and questioning students on college campuses. Queers and trans people were sick and perverted, a threat to truth, justice and the American way. A commie lurked around every corner.
In Catholic school, sex education was telling us not to…Continue
“Don’t go,” Little Brother warned me. “She wants to eat you. Or they’ll find your body floating in the bay.”
The Grandmonster had invited me to Hong Kong for the Chinese New Year this year, and while I’m sure she’d very much enjoy watching the Police finding my body in the bay on the evening news, there was something else afoot. My little brother was immediately concerned, but mostly because I haven’t updated my Trust yet to include giving him all my airline miles in case of my…Continue
2017, huh? Am holding on to the hope that the odd years match the even numbers in the Star Trek films, and that we’re in for a good twelve months. You have no idea how desperately I’m clinging to that, especially since it hasn’t exactly been the most festive holiday season. We lost some recognizable folks in December. It hit me in an unexpected way because, while I didn’t know them personally, they were a visible part of my life while I was growing up.
I think we tend to hold these…Continue
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
Not a Grandmonster was stirring,
not even her spouse (cause he's dead).
The electronic music playing stockings were hung on the wall with non-permanent hooks and care,
In hopes that St. Amazon would soon be there.
His Majesty was nestled all snug in our bed,
While visions of creating chaos throughout the house made him giggle in his head,
And me with my Fangoria Magazine, and no night…