Mother May I Sleep With Donna?

I love my mom. Times I said that, I would’ve been lying. Now, we have a delightful relationship. Even if she made my home life unsatisfactory at times, it was nothing compared to her childhood. Where there’s love, there needs to be grace too.

Last year I invited Mom to a storytelling showcase I was . . . → Read More: Mother May I Sleep With Donna?

Where My Gays At?

In a backwards mode of thinking I don’t ascribe to, all girls are destined to fulfill a particular station. Some are destined to become wives and mothers, successful business ladies, or have it all: man, kids and career. I was born into this world to excel at the art of faghag-dom.

To paraphrase my . . . → Read More: Where My Gays At?

Catwoman in Dogtown

I’ve always been a cat person. I identify with their inherent hunger for individuality, their effortless cool, their blasé attitude towards humanity. Also, they have really cute tummies and ears.

Growing up, our household was sans feline because my father was deathly allergic to them. He made jokes about strangling kittens with his bare hands or . . . → Read More: Catwoman in Dogtown