Hi All! 

 I know it's been a long time since I've posted.  No, I promise that I didn't flounce.  I have just had so much going on in my life that has precluded posting.

 Family visits / obligations / losses, my cat became very sick and was diagnosed with kidney… Read full post »

Once upon a time, he strode into a room, shoulders broad, chest out and spine straight, gaze outward. He carried himself with purpose. Although it was a struggle for him to maintain his weight, he always looked trim in his perfectly tailored suits. Upon first glance he seemed at least 5… Read full post »

I know, this is late, late, late.  But I have an excuse.  Right before I joined OS, Joan put out an open call asking for a new hat for her OS Avatar.  When I went to the OS Birthday Bash, there was mention of the hat contest.  So… Read full post »

He embarks at the last (or first) stop on the line, near Baker Beach.  Weighed down by a large, frayed knapsack, he must drag his thin body up the steps.  When he reaches the landing, he twists sideways to make room for the heavy bags that he carries in both hands. … Read full post »

By way of update to my post, "Women Speak: In Praise of Afghan Protesters", an MSNBC Video on RAWA's shelters for child brides and abused women in Afghanistan. 

Here is a plea from two NYC lesbians that I received in my email a couple of days ago.  They… Read full post »

Train tracks cut
a path through our lust.
In this war place,
heightened by the fear
of getting caught,
Desire invades imagination,
moving hand to cunt.

In the music of the train wheels,
we follow - centurions
and blue-painted Gaels,
knights and conscripted farmhands.
I plaster your body against
remnants of R… Read full post »

On the evening of the November 2008 election, I was sitting by my 81 year-old mother's hospital bed, holding her hand as we watched the election results trickle in.  We were in Prescott, Arizona, where only an hour before, McCain had held his last presidential campaign rally.

Throughou… Read full post »

Dakini Dancer was one of the first voices I encountered on OS.  She was also one of the first OS-ers I met in person, at the OS birthday celebration in San Francisco.  When I walked in, I was a complete unknown, yet Josie made me feel welcomed.  I asked about the… Read full post »

I don’t remember seeing my mother the night that she decided to play spy, although chances are, I just didn’t recognize her in her super secret espionage wear.  The year? 1974, just after I had turned eighteen and my mother had turned forty-seven (apparently going on twelve)… Read full post »

wild cunt cock dancing

neurons hi-five each other

cool blue explosion Read full post »

Over the weekend, a small group of LGBT/ally activists in Moscow were bashed by the police who should have protected them (click here).  Such occurances are not rare in Eastern Europe, where homophobia is rampant and often serves as a recruiting tool for Neo-Nazi and other right w… Read full post »

I remember…
worn pillow cases turned into rag rugs,  your repeat of Baba’s words, “No work,  no pork,” and “Waste not, want not,” your insistence that we (sister Amy and I) use our imaginations to entertain ourselves.  

I remember…
not being a… Read full post »

Spring is here, bringing with it Passover, Easter, and Cherry Blossom Festivals in both D.C. and in Japan, where the blooms are still making their way north.  Japanese language has a whole vocabulary to describe the transitory beauty of cherry blossoms.  It awes me that wi… Read full post »