( Friday )

Yesterday afternoon, my colleague S. copied the rest of the department on an email to a vendor. I gave it a quick glance--and then another, which surely would've included a spit-take, had I been drinking anything. The email began, "Dear Leora, we received your invoice dated September 19 ( Read more... )

I'm fascinated by how this "not telling folks I'm queer" game is playing out. I like how much more I listen and how much less I talk with my usual main topic of my conversation--Leora and our life together--taken out of the mix. I dislike the mild but persistent guilt that what I have told my colleagues about myself has so fundamental a gap ( Read more... )

I'm playing a game.

At the Scots Pride event, a student asked me about coming out on the job, and how I decided when and whether to do so. It seemed particularly relevant to me since I temp so much, which means I walk into several new workplaces every year and have to face the process all over again. Yet I had to admit that only twice in my life ( Read more... )

Halfway to campus, I start feeling fraudulent. I'm a little old married lady with two cats and a crochet hook. The fuck I can tell undergraduates about LGBT life in the Twin Cities ( Read more... )

I went last Friday to see Urban Samurai's production of the newly-expanded script of Matthew Everett's "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" play, LeaveThis was a difficult play for me to watch, because of my very strong anti-military feelings. Everett does a good job of conveying multiple sides of the issue, but mostly "I stay in the military to fight this ( Read more... )

Apparently, my subconscious has romance on the brain. Hideous, awful, wrong romance.

First, it was a dream that two of my straight male coworkers had been a couple for over a decade, and that one of our other coworkers (IRL a first-session D&E seasonal) was their 16-year-old foster son (dude is young, but not that young), being brought, as it were, ( Read more... )

Twin Cities Pride got a mention today in The Current's weekly arts roundup. Yes. Pride. In an arts roundup. And they weren't just talking about the Pride art festival; they meant the whole shebang ( Read more... )

Check out my short piece, "I'm From Mattawan, MI" on the awesome true-story LGBT website imfromdriftwood. Despite the title, it is not about life in Mattawan. It is about weed wrenches. I'm not kidding.

I just want to find Keith Olbermann and give him the biggest hug that has ever been given.

And maybe a cookie. Dude looks sad; I think he could use a cookie.