You're Terrific.

I used to fake being sick so I could stay home and watch ElectraWoman and DynaGirl. So began my lifelong dream of working as a journalist for Ms. Magazine, fighting crime, and living in a mansion with my younger lover. 


Twenty years ago, I marched on Washington, DC to demand gay rights. Even seeing the AIDS Quilt again chokes me up. I’m so sad thinking about all those who died before seeing the fruit (ahem) of their activism, but totally grateful for the changes for the better they inspired.

In other news, I am old.


Last night I dreamed…

…of a window garden full of gigantic insects, including a fat black millipede, a centipede covered in mucus, and a bunch of red caterpillars. A big yellow crab took up most of the space: there were more arthropods than plants.

Later, I sat on a panel of gay scientists to discuss this garden crab, but he audience challenged our supposed lack of knowledge of gay culture. One audience member asked me if  even knew what being gay meant. I took a deep breath and said, “Gurr…”