By Janis Ian
The Dads (surely you remember them from previous articles) are worried that their son, Jason, will grow up with no sense of tradition. It's difficult enough parenting as a gay couple, striking new ground with every step; the child needs some sense of continuity. Not wishing to inflict their own religious stereotypes on him and being more inclined to paganism (or priapism) than to regular churchgoing, they've decided to teach him the religions of the world. Christianity seems a good place to start, since many of Dad 1's forebears were Catholic priests. "Besides," they reason, "if we start early, he'll have more time to get over it later on."
By Jeff Walsh
When Elizabeth Katz was 14, she had an experience that forever changed her life. "I had an experience I don't think very many people have," she says, now 18 and a first-year student at Vassar College.
"It was some sort of voice in the back of my head," she says. "I was sitting on my bed, alone in my room and the little voice said: 'Hey, know what? You're gay.' And it was just boom, everything made sense.
By Jeff Walsh
Before I was born, Janis Ian was making beautiful music. And with her spare, acoustic recent album "Revenge," the tradition continues. Going into the interview, I was more familiar with her humorous and poignant columns in The Advocate. For some reason, although I had picked her CDs up in stores, I never bought them.
I believe my dark side is becoming quite evident today. I've been bugged an apathy all day (as well as a headache) and have had a general feeling of fuck-all towards society. I realized how bad it was when I read a response to my own response on a certain user's blog. Normally being called rude and mean would bug me because I don't like to offend anyone. I would feel bad about it. But today, this gloriously dark day, I don't.
If you haven't seen it yet, I definitely recommend it. I believe there's a link in the forum.
How does Maggie get through the day? Is it magic? Is it her cult-like following? No! These four drugs you can find in most homes are what make her a lively and vivacious creature.
And when she's neither lively nor vivacious, then she isn't getting enough of these.
Sex Life + Dad = Bad
Extended usage of parentheses is dangerous to one's health. It screams, "too much time spent in theoryland!"
I want to channel my favorite theorists today. Become... Kristeva, say, or Cixous, for a minute or two. Theory is a deliciously filling alternate universe. It's a place where the real things -- deadlines, feelings, and so on -- are turned away at the entrance. Theory is like ice cream. You want it, but damn it, it's not that good for you in large quantities.
Yes I know, it's been so very long. It's great to see the old gang as well as all the new people, so welcome to all of you.
Since it has been a long time since I've written, I think we need to catch up on my goings on, so here's my life, as it stands right now, in a nutshell....
I sit here and watch all these stupid love movies where its bliss, everything always works out, high school sweethearts get married and live happily ever after, guy breaks up bad marriage and gets the girl, or whatever...they all end the same...HAPPILY. I want that, I know itll never happen, but there has to be somethin out there better than what Ive got. I mean, how much bitching and whining and arguing can one person take in a 2 year relationship? Everyother day is a fukkin dramatic argument that usually ends in one of us dumping the other.