So, here's Pride in Providence, and it's also
Bloomsday, and it's doubtful I'll be celebrating either. Which is bullshit, but there you go. Regardless, downtown Providence is awash with queers, police cars, blocked-off streets, and the Irish pubs are already filling up. I only know these things because I had to go back to the optometrist today at
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This doesn't parse. We all know there are no Irish queers.
Oh, wait.
I probably should hit up that bookshop before I die.
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I probably should hit up that bookshop before I die.
Yep.
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I can't say enough good things about that film. A truly inspiring work.
Indeed.
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"It's not a film for pussies."
I would say that about much of your writing, too.
Looking forward to Blood Oranges.
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"It's not a film for pussies."
Sometimes, what needs saying should just be said. Plainly.
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That sounds like a kind of Seussian abecedary: On Beyond Anger.
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That might be it...
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Also, the fucking around when one should be working. Yes, I feel. And I have one of those normal, go to office sort of jobs. It's just the rest of the time I fuck around with. Grrr.
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What exactly qualifies as a Kid Night in your home then?
In the beginning, "kid food" and the cheesiest monster movies we could find.
Also, the fucking around when one should be working. Yes, I feel. And I have one of those normal, go to office sort of jobs. It's just the rest of the time I fuck around with. Grrr.
There can be no fucking around when writing is all you have....
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