I just left my sleeping son, whose only disappointment today was that he would not see cross-dressing boys singing “Buddy Beware” at the rehearsal of his mother’s youth theater company rehearsal of Cole Porter’s Anything Goes. He was sleeping peacefully, wrist outstretched ’til the backs of his fingers touched his
…wish you were here! The closest thing to a post I can do right now. Would that the imagery above symbolized my working on this blog, you know, like implementing the dozen or so fixies I have in mind for its betterment. But nope. That’s literal, my kitchen, last night
Hey, you drought-tolerant LD readers! I have a question for you. I’ve been given the wonderful opportunity to be on a panel about LGBT families at this weekend’s National Lesbian & Gay Journalist’s Association LGBT Media Summit and National Convention. Â I’ll be joining several others — Judy Appel, Executive Director