Archive for August, 2006



Naptime symphony

“Don’t let the pigeon ride the bus!” she cries. In falsetto. Times infinity.

–ring! ring!–
Lil’ Monkey: Hel-lo?
GW Bush: Yes–hello? Monkey? This is President Bush. I need your help.
LM: Help!
GWB: Okay, so. My advisors tell me things are going to H-E-Double Toothpicks in the Middle East, and they need me to step up to the plate a bit more. So my […]

Butch Mama chum representing along SF LGBT Pride route, June 27, 2005.
So, where did we leave off, from Mommy wars, the lesbian episode, part 1? Ah, yes: how it comes to be that spawning kids, or adopting them, or any other parental variant, manages to be both radical and conformist and transformational of queer […]

From the photo vault: toward the end of one of the many San Francisco anti-war demos, during the lead-up to the Iraq War (this one was January 21, 2003). What I like best about this (other than the sign) is the bearded and mustachio’ed old hands, looking on from the far right.

[Warning: jumbo essay alert! Read at own risk!]
Of course this Sunday I would be slug enough not to have even unwrapped, much less read, the NY Times, a weekly luxury I refuse to give up, even when the monthly budget calls for cutting the tuna fish with cat food. For our consumption, I hastily […]