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.
We visited the Holly Wood Cemetery in Richmond and afterward had a get together at the house.
I can't sleep again tonight. My head is going in circles.
This is the story of my mornings trying to get ready for school (or any other thing i have to do in the morning)...
As I wander aimlessly through my room looking for things to wear I stumble along socks
They are the easiest things to choose to wear yet the hardest...
I never knew putting on two different socks would cause such havoc...
I lay there still and I let you touch me
Crawl up my shirt slowly
Look me in the eyes and Ill close them tightly
Play with my nipples ever so slighty
You know what happened last time
Bruised and swollen hard as a rock
Nip at them with your mouth
Ill pretend to like it
I moan a little
Making noise will distract me
Put your tounge down my troat
Choke me with your toxic breath
Lick your way down my stomach
Okay finishing up a funding proposal and I've seen different variations, but which one is correct.
"grass roots" OR "grassroots"
All you walking dictionaries out there, lemme know.
Just returned from church with my mother. Unitarian Universalism is utterly void of ritual. Ritual is supposed to cast you out of yourself, to broaden you, which makes it the enemy of my comfortable, safe, convenience-ridden lifestyle. I