“That’s not funny, L.” As ambivert Aquarian only children, my college BFF L and I often traveled on the same wavelength, one that few others understood. We loved to tease and prankRead More…
I can’t let #blackcatappreciationday pass without a plug for my book with Thursday Euclid, You’re Welcome. Love, Your Cat. It features Nasty, a spunky little black cat based on my now departedRead More…
FitzGibbon Media, a major public relations firm in Washington, D.C., that worked with a host of progressive personalities and organizations including Wikipedia, Julian Assange, the ACLU and Chelsea Manning, closed abruptly onRead More…
I finally got a new phone and while either I’m completely pedantic about directions (okay this is true) or Verizon just skips a few steps in their instructions (this is also true)Read More…
I don’t want to belabor the point of the Josh Lanyon reveal. My rant isn’t necessarily over Josh Lanyon or any particular person. I truly believe this sort of thing is aRead More…
He’s been gone about 12 years now. It took about five before I stopped panicking on Father’s Day and his birthday that I hadn’t sent his present. There was a cologne heRead More…
“Sometimes your worst self is your best self,” to steal a quote from a popular television show, True Detective. I heard that and rolled my eyes. What a fucking pseudo intellectual maskingRead More…
Jessica Freely, Clancy Nacht, and Thursday Euclid discuss the patriarchy, feminism, and men’s rights through the prism of Rick Owens’s FW16 menswear show. The Penis Comes Out on the Parisian Catwalk Full-FrontalRead More…
A couple of weeks ago I abandoned a struggle I was having with an Argentinian bottle of red wine mid pull. The cork was halfway out and I simply lacked the upperRead More…
It was a fifth grade elementary school “dance” party, celebrating our graduation from elementary school to middle school the next year, when Derek O. called me mercurial.