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. Betchu none of […]
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 Dirty Dick is a brostastic (yeah…in his head) upwardly mobile-looking, decent-seeming dude, that tosses his hot cigarette butt on the (wooden – like, really?) temporary bus platform that has been set up in front of my front door, without a single care in the world. Not a one. Such is the Dirty Dick’s gall that […]
The thing about Portugal is one moment you’re in a crowded library in Porto, surrounded by Potterheads seeking to be in a space author J.K. Rowling may have once occupied while working there back in the day, or so the story goes, and the next you can get lost in your head and find silence […]
Québec’s public-art activations, such as Max Streicher’s tucked-away-in-Vieux-Québec “Fin de partie (Nagg et Nell),” are lovely finds for those who aren’t searching. Quite the dichotomous dance between freedom of expression and oppression this one, eh? It is so pretty around this village town. Everywhere you look there’s a flower box. It’s summer; a rainy night […]
King of Cups 