I consider this part one of an ongoing series...

A guide for lesbians.

Relationship Rules Part I

                We were there visiting my younger brother, aptly named Joey, who is part of the wait staff, and I had conned my father into buying me dinner in exchange for a daily recount of my first week of higher learning.

My first week of college was nothing special in my opinion; the most excitement one can hope to salvage ( Read more... )

                I am not one of those modern era pet owners.

I am trapped in a metaphorical time rift of animal companionship. In a bygone era that has traveled the same tragic road of retirement as smoking rooms in hospitals and airports, as George Lucas’s genius, as those tiny little backpacks from the nineties. Gone the way of ( Read more... )