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.
Im back from the murky weather Florida vacation. We pretty much had alot of rain in Florida on the most part. But it was utterly fab cruising Universal Studios with a gay friend(an old crush)and my parents. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday we had some rays but was still chilly. OH well
Returning to Michigan wasnt what I had in mind. I had a sheer bliss of being away from home, away from the old shite, even though my parents were with me. My mother and I are really close. So it was cool both ways. It was also nice to get off line and be away from the computer once in a while. Since computer is my first and my only way of communicating with others. Phones are useless when you are deaf.
An overview of Maggie's boifriend (whose role in Cinderella she not-so-secretly covets) and the growing suspicion of her mother.
And a really cool graphic I dug up.
My gift is my rant
And this one's for you
And you can tell everybody, this is your rant
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How rant-i-ful life is
Now you're in the world ;-)
First off, and apology, to you, Holly. I told you this would be up in the morning, and well, it wasn't. LOL! Can you ever forgive me? *gives best puppy dog eyes*
Ok here goes the ranting, just for you.
I stood by the door for nearly a half hour, I couldn't bring myself to leave but I didn't know what to do if I stayed. I think my experiment just failed.
Well, This is gonna ruffle alot of feathers. And I am gonna say it anyways.
Hum....damn it, it's not fair penguins can't fly. They are the coolest, and best birds. Damn it all to hell. I hate stupid ass people who want to make fun of penguins...