Posted on May 13, 2003 in Crosstalk Sexuality
I wonder, though, if there are others –women who register “masculine” or men who register “feminine” — who don’t feel a need to change their bodies and/or who aren’t the attracted to their own sex yet fighting the fight to be themselves against all preconceptions out there?
Posted on May 12, 2003 in Book of Days Prose Arcana Soliloquy
Memory’s like — like an iron cockroach. An iron cockroach stuck in a tube of toothpaste.
Posted on May 12, 2003 in Creatures Photos Travels - So Cal
Crickets clicked constantly wherever we went in the grassland. They went silent only if I stopped too near them or if that other sound — the sound of the wheeled locusts who are death to the mice, the snakes, the lizards, and the gleaming oil black bombadier beetles who try to cross these roads.
Posted on May 12, 2003 in Words
A brief glance suggests that I am short on verbs and adjectives for touch, taste, smell, and hearing.
Posted on May 11, 2003 in Book of Days Festivals North Carolina
“But I love you!,” she cried and I bought it.
Posted on May 11, 2003 in Nature Pointers Travels - So Cal
So far I have two hikes that I have covered.
Posted on May 11, 2003 in Festivals
I didn’t pay for the gift, but the best presents are often the ones you select for yourself. Few others share your taste.
Posted on May 10, 2003 in Book of Days Poems
Bryce is the scream of the altitude sick swirled at the Dairy Queen.