I am in here.
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
Tonight we saw On the Town with Tom and Barbara. We got seats in the very last row, so for the second act, in order to see anything, Barbara and I sat on the edges of our folded-up seats. It was either that or get a permanent twist in my neck. Barbara and Tom and … Continue reading out On the Town
This is the kind of day that requires one to cough up a memory. It used to be that you could ask anyone that you met, “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?” And you would get an answer. It was the most common cultural milestone. Now, however, it is rarer and rarer — 40 … Continue reading Where I was when…
I’m always asked if it was difficult coming out when I was publishing lesbian magazines or making sex videos. Hell no! I went through so much while coming out as a communist, it has all been downhill since. Susie Bright
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