Do you ever look at your own hand so long that you start to see every pore, every skin cell even? Do you stare so long that you seem to be able to see right through your skin and you can see the blood rushing through your veins … it’s like … I can see the virus latching onto me … changing me ( Read more... )

Tino’s bar was a favorite of the underground - and of mine. When so many bar owners were segregating and not allowing for any openly gay behavior in their establishments, Tino really didn’t care. He didn’t stop fights but he didn’t do anything to start them either. He expected people to police themselves and if they were going to be blatant about ( Read more... )

I never considered myself to be a feminist when I was growing up. To me, feminists were those women out of history. They didn't matter to me. Where were the feminists when I was going through what I was going through in school? Where were they when I told people what was going on and no one listened? That was my mindset. Feminism was a bad word. As ( Read more... )

Doing 100 in a 55 ( Read more... )

Sitting here on a tour bus in 1989, I can say with confidence that there are a lot of things I regret in my life. The eternal optimists say that regret is not worth the energy we expend on it, but that’s bullshit. We do things we regret, that is part of being human. I do not regret smoking pot or dropping out of college. I do regret my first ( Read more... )