He did his own stunts.
What…a summer it has been. At least, some of it was fun. Because we were free. And do not forget: Love is free. Cosmic Love Babies (Laugh Factory) Let’s Get Loud On the Balcony of the Casa Rosada/Don’t Cry for Me Argentina Come Alive Detalles Truth Hurts Honey
I think it is hilarious that this tweet I sent on Aug. 7 (a retweet-response to a “fuck you” Rosie O’Donnell had sent to NBC’s Willie Geist, whom someone else was calling out for clutching his pearls after Texan Congressman Joaquin Castro reminded everyone, in perfectly constitutional and constitutionally protected fashion, that, yeah, you know that […]
There also were immigrant children separated from their parents and locked up in cages like animals, without reason or due process. Some died, even. In America. In 2019. The weaponization of ICE is real. The decent people of Mississippi must resist this totalitarian move by a wannabe regime led by a cunt.
On the subject of gun control in America or the egregious, criminal, and deadly lack of it, everybody knows the damn truth. Nothing’s gonna change, nothing is going to improve, no life will be spared while Mitch McConnell, the longtime senator from Kentucky, is still in power. That motherfucker is the longest-serving Republican U.S. Senate leader […]
So I was told to “go back,” today at work. “Back where I came from.” By – who else – an old, white, male friggin’ toothless monster. This happened. In America, in 2019. In San Francisco. So much for peace and love. What happened around here? The Summer of Love was not that long ago. Without going […]
Something has got to give. This is America, and, America – ya gotta change. The white-nationalist domestic terrorism is real, and it has been allowed to be deadly for far too long. It has been two decades since Columbine. Schools, bars, clubs, malls are no longer safe. Neither are churches or synagogues or mosques. The […]
This happened. In America, in 2019. In San Francisco. A woman asked me which bottle of sauce would be spicier. This happened at my job, about which I haven’t written much because this isn’t about them and I don’t want inferences getting made about them because this isn’t about them, and that is not the […]
A 311 request, for the day: “Broken bottles, car-window bits, cigarette butts, poop – in every other planter or tree square two-three blocks from City Hall. What a disgrace! I put a request for something similar across the street [18 days ago, OK – this is why you keep receipts, people) and y’all couldn’t clean […]
The thing about Portugal is one moment you’re in a crowded library in Porto, surrounded by Potterheads seeking to be in a space she once occupied while working there once upon a time, and the next you can get lost in your head and find silence looking at the occasional display of, say, drawings by […]