Gone this weekend at a (straight) friend’s wedding in Seattle. Worked it as designated (lesbo) photographer. News flash (a): one (straight) man drew my rarely unleashed butch wrath. Okay, alls it was was I had to wrest the wine opener back outta his hands after he offered to “help” me
My sister sent me a link to this article, “Slow Road to Grieving,” published in the San Francisco Chronicle five years after the attacks of September 11, 2001. About it she said, “Somewhat hard to read, but good.”
We were at Pops’ retirement community for its annual Labor Day BBQ. The grannies were all over the Lil’ Monkey like a cheap suit, like peanut butter on jelly, like brown on rice, like– like– well, like grannnies on a toddler. Symbiosis at its finest.