Dinner tonight, me and Pepper, holding hands. Gay restaurant. Gay part of town. Gay waiter/owner. The conversation goes like this: Waiter: Une table pour deux? Me: Oui. Oh, and he’s from San Francisco, he doesn’t speak French. Waiter: San Francisco, huh? (Gives Pepper the up-and-down.) I guess it’s so gay there that the look is … More dinner with a side of confusion
Miscruise: That thing that happens when you think someone’s a hot dyke and you put on your best swagger and suggestively grin at them and then, only then, do you realize she’s actually a 15-year-old babyfaced guy. Or any other equivalent experience, of which there are many. My friends D and R came up with that a couple years ago, and … More queer looks, dirty looks
Another semi-random post for you today. Tonight. This morning. Whatever. First of all, at the Head and Hands zine launch, we were treated to a reading by Jay Robson, who wrote the piece “The Genital Diptych Or the Day I Turned Gay.” It was fucking fabulous. Go buy the zine from them just for that one … More reading, writing and the butch dyke rule of thumb
Here’s a delightfully (I hope) random post to make up for my absence in the past few days. It’s been, um, busy. In other words, much as I’d love to share a bunch of juicy stories with you, I will simply let your imaginations run wild instead. You’ll probably come up with even better stuff … More grab bag!
Okay, this is not going to be the longest or most intellectually stimulating post I’ve ever written, but I just had to share something that’s been cracking me up lately. The news: somehow, it would appear that the Wall Street Journal Online has been featuring a link to this blog for the past several days. I’m … More here’s linking at you, kid