Welcome to 2006. So far it’s been declared the Year Of The Assistance Dog and the Year Of The Museum. But, at the risk of sounding retro in a non-hip way, I hereby declare 2006 the Year Of The Butch.
Read the whole column here.
When and why did the overwhelming majority of my dyke friends join the ranks of those who think it’s a great idea to bring more children into this world? Why are we celebrating inseminations, pregnancies and births like they’re automatically wonderful events?
Read the whole column on the Xtra website.
Spin Sugar is about one of the ways in which my parents ruined my childhood. Click on the image to read the full comic in pdf.
Why Bother Writing At All is the angst-filled chronicle of my development as a writer, from the early poems (age eight) to my present state of trying to focus on telling stories as opposed to stressing about getting published.
When you walk into the Waponahki Museum and Resource Center in Perry, Maine, the first thing you see is a life-sized plaster mannequin of a man dressed in traditional Waponahki clothing—fringed pants, fringed bands around his upper arms, bare torso, long black hair. Someone has stuck a yellow Post-it note on his waist that says, “My name is Fred Moore.”
While still a child, my cousin Wendy was mistaken for a girl by the women in our family, who kidnapped her from the next door neighbour’s shed where the kids were dissecting a dead cat.
Read the whole piece on the Geist website.