Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era -- the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run ... but no explanation, no mix of words ( Read more... )

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When I hear about the recent controversy surrounding Michelle Shocked -- whose music I've not listened to, but who used to live in New Orleans and was reportedly a fan of my books -- I can't help but think of my former friend Thing. She was never particularly comfortable with sexuality or gender labels, but she was female-assigned at birth, ( Read more... )

Thank you so much for the good comments on this morning's entry, especially from trans readers -- not to devalue anyone else's words, but it's always especially helpful to hear from people who are going/have been through some of this shit and know the frustration. I'm still not sure what I will do, but I'm in a somewhat better headspace now. I know ( Read more... )

I'm not tripping too much about the Netherlands "pot ban." I have faith that Amsterdam will find away around it just as they've spent hundreds of years finding ways around other things that cost them money.

As Robert Baratheon once said, let's also ban eating, shitting, and breathing ...

I've got to go open a new checking account. I still haven't been able to ship those eBay packages -- the money was in the account, all ready to go, and then suddenly the account was $110 in the hole because of a payment Chris had scheduled and hadn't warned me about -- the rent for his new apartment, I think. And he still hasn't put the money back ( Read more... )

Life is confusing lately. I feel pulled in a lot of different directions. I have an unbreakable bond with Chris, but for years we've lived more like a pair of slobby old bachelor brothers than like an actual couple. In fact, we recently decided our official designation is "soul brothers." Things are getting very hot and heavy with Grey, to the ( Read more... )

I'm fine, honest. Didn't really eat that day, but didn't drink the Wild Turkey either. Re-achieving equilibrium. In a little while I have to frost and decorate the Cajun syrup cake I made for the Radical Faeries potluck dinner we're attending tonight. I got rainbow sprinkles and found some gold sugar I brought back from Amsterdam. It's going to be ( Read more... )

I'm sorry, I know this word is going to make some of you puke.

But I feel blessed.

There's no other word that seems adequate. In late 2007, I was a pain-crazed, chronically depressed addict who literally decided to stay alive for a little longer only because I really wanted to read Duma Key. (It was worth it, in my opinion -- one of my favorite ( Read more... )

The sins of Amsterdam were still a recent surprise
And we were flying over Scandinavian skies ...Not much surprises me there anymore except rudeness: some tourists, of course, and the portion of the large expat community that seems to believe Amsterdam would be a much nicer place without all those uppity Dutch people. (This is seriously a thing. ( Read more... )