Monthly Archives — "February 2011"

Alright, I’ve got movies on the brains. On Thursday night, I attended the Los Angeles Transgender Film Festival at the Echo Park Film Center with my little sister who identifies as bisexual.  Twas’ a gaydies family night!   We had a blast. I am madly passionately in love with cinema, more now than ever before. ...

About a billion different topics, and ideas on them, and emotions on those ideas have been bouncing between head and heart all morning, all afternoon, and all day. Politics.  Spirituality.  Art.  Career. So, let’s address the topic I’m least thinking about, but most feeling for, shall we? Romance & Friendship: Regarding that dear friend I ...

Well, I’m sitting in my granuelita’s walker next to her in the emergency room lobby. She’s feeling a whole lot better, thank goodness. We’re just waiting on the Doctor’s final ok. Anywho, she’s making friends and talking up a storm with the ladies in emergency. Lol! As usual. My grandma — The Cool Chick. So ...

Alright, I’ve decided to take a break from the mania of emailing the 60-page list of killer blogs I compiled with queries for review of my book The Voting Booth After Dark: Despicable, Embarrassing, Repulsive. It’s truly been a blast revisiting their pages, and clicking on their recommended links through which I have discovered a ...

So, it’s 4:48am and, per the usual, I’ve barely caught a wink of shut eye.  Slept about the usual 3 1/2 hours.  I know I have to buy sleepy time tea or some other herbal blah blah to help me slumber, but to tell you the truth — I LOVE working on my art stuff ...

I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep so I’ll write.  The bones in my back are curling over and reaching for the mattress as the still air stings my eyes.  What do I want from me?!  I want something from me, but I can’t put my finger on what exactly. It’d be nice, in moments like ...

So, my baby sister turned 18 years old yesterday and I’m a bit of a stressed out worried mess right now. I’m mortified for her.  Why?  Because she’s officially in charge of her life.  Neither I or my mother can dictate to her now what time she’s to be home, what she can and can’t ...

I just got home from hanging with my granuelita at the hospital for a good couple of hours.  Gawd, I love that brassy-brilliant-classy-timeless-firebrand brawd. She was feeling ill on Monday and was admitted to emergency care.  On Tuesday, before we knew what was wrong with her, I had a killer attack of those ancient Teenage/Early ...