- San Francisco, California,
- November 04
- I am married in a committed, open relationship that is the anchor of my life. I'm a former high school English teacher, former software technical writer, and graduate of the late, great public interest law school, New College of California School of Law. I'm now on permanent disability from conditions that have finally eased up enough for me to begin exploring the world, at least that part which I can access emotionally, with the recklessness of a teenager. An important part of my life remains my work as a counselor for tenants with legal problems. The rest of the time, I indulge in outrageous adventures in sex and love, which I occasionally write about.
MY RECENT POSTS
- On Dying
August 10, 2013 05:02PM
- Cris Gutierrez, 1951-2013
August 04, 2013 02:37PM
- Thank you
July 24, 2013 05:22PM
- My Resume--Truth or Lies?
June 22, 2012 06:50PM
- Death Drop (Repost)
June 22, 2012 06:52PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thank you, jmac. I'm so
gratified that others
August 11, 2013 11:31PM
- “Rosi, I treasure you.
You have the the knack of
without asking for
July 29, 2013 04:14PM
- “Nana, I love you.
Always. I can't say it better,
understand. You gave
July 28, 2013 10:50PM
- “I almost didn't get out
of bed today. The pharmacy
my meds and I woke
July 24, 2013 07:58PM
- “Phyllis, I stumble when
I try to thank someone for a
like this poem, a
July 24, 2013 07:46PM
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Cris Gutierrez, 61, a San Francisco writer and activist, died August 4, 2013 from complications of pancreatic cancer.
A native of the city, Cris graduated from and taught in its public schools, helped countless people through her volunteer work, and entertained and inspired many with h… Read full post »
In 1978 I graduated from college. I thought. What I really did was kind of put a cherry of a fuck-up on top of what had been a very successful few years in college. I suppose some history is necessary, although those who know me know I was not always the… Read full post »
With much thanks to Trish, the perfect high school best friend, who reminded me of this wacky outing not long ago. It was typical of our behavior back then. Surprisingly, we both turned out all right.
I have never been jealous of other girls, which is good. If I were, I… Read full post »
The recent surgery to correct the hideous curvature of my spine has put me in mind of all my other accidents and illnesses, present, past and chronic. I am struck by the number of stories which are associated with all these misfortunes, not to mention the irony of being so strong… Read full post »
The year my father died, I missed the school bus a few times. I was in fourth grade. I lived in a working class suburban neighborhood, a collection of small, three-bedroom houses with little front and back yards, each with a small, individual front yard tree. It was in San Mateo… Read full post »
I have had a fascination with rodents ever since I was ten and the cat would bring them into the house. She would leave them half-eaten under the bed or the dining room table, and my mom, the princess, could not bring herself to go near them. This was after my… Read full post »
How I came to be buying a condom in a Hilton hotel across the street from LAX is a meandering tale of impulsive decisions and their consequences, tragic or comic. In the late 70s, I graduated from college with a degree in linguistics. I had no particular plans for being any… Read full post »
The angry man was waiting for me as I parked my car in front of my physical therapist’s office building. He was pissed because I had honked at him. He had been having an argument with his teenage son in the crosswalk of a busy thoroughfare, and the kid bolted to… Read full post »
I was 19. It was an abandoned quarry. I was in the cab of a semi truck, one guy at the wheel, the other in the sleeper. I had been asleep, exhausted, since just outside of Reno, and woke up to the screech of breaks and an abandoned quarry in the… Read full post »
My heart was not broken. The blunt force trauma, however, left severe lacerations and contusions. It was in the blue and purple stage of bruising, when touch is painful. I didn’t want to let it stiffen up, so I decided to give it some mild exercise. Nothing too rough. I’m getting… Read full post »
Since I published this, I found a story in a local blog page describing what this guy and his partner were reported to have done. Apparently, there was a belief that a cop had been injured, though I have not seen anything to confirm that in the local rag. There are a few comments… Read full post »
I was monogamous once. Hated it. I was living with Tim, with whom I’d had killer sex at the beginning and to whom I’d issued the standard warning: I’m not monogamous. After the first year, things fell apart. I discovered that he had a fatal flaw, a weak personality. He discovered… Read full post »
Six was a lonely cat, imperfectly socialized and nervous. He flinched when you reached to pat his head, nipping your hand. I never saw Emily bend to pet him, nor did he rub against her ankles. Emily had lived in a succession of shared apartments and Six had been taken care… Read full post »
The moment my relationship with Emily hit rock bottom, she wasn’t even there. I was standing on my porch, blood-soaked paper towels pressed to my right arm, telling six cops that everything was fine, just fine, the cats got into a little fight but it was all over.
"I’… Read full post »
I wanted to start this "the rhino lowered his head and charged, barely missing my leg as I pulled myself up into the baobab tree..." Or maybe "the gun was shaking in the addict’s hand and I read in his crazy, glassy eyes that no matter what I did, he was… Read full post »