Heaven Could Be Ours, Omar.
So it was, that after attempting to pinpoint the year our parents went crazy while eating the best 6 dollar burgers ever on a lonely Sunday night street in Red Hook on the day after Valentines we stood waiting for the B61 bus. And saw this.
Game Face
I don't know how to summarize this story. It is about a girl I used to love completely.
The Unbearable Lightness of Peeing
I went to the bathroom by myself today. It was in a bookstore in Brooklyn. The store was crowded. There was a line.
The Sight of Bridges and Balloons
The Afrikaner called my mother from her final safari. "I am standing face to face with a great and wild lion. The others won't understand, but I know you will. It may kill me, but I am finally happy."
THURSDAY: Project Resistance Meeting
Well, you have been reading about queer politics and experiences in my blog. Here is you're chance to help out. Due to recent violent attacks on members of the queer community in Lawrence, a group of concerned individuals has scheduled a meeting to discuss the creation of an organization to respond to these incidents: Project Resistance. Be just. Just be there.
Tieland
On our fifth day of our documentary film making class the students each wrote a rough draft of a short letter to the mayor about why and how the mayor's office should help with teen homelessness. Sham's letter was two sentences long. It read:Deer Meyr. Pleze end ten homlesnessnesess. It not rite. Thx, Sham
Ecstatic Bouyancy
I heard this song today and I couldn't work anymore. I just sat at my computer all day enjoying it too much to think about other things.
What's Going on in the Kitchen?
Queers, Sean Bell, High School Students and a Growing Collective Anger that is Banging on the Door to the Big House.
Latent Runner
A painfully cliche and true high school sports story.
A Dream Revisited
Phil Ticknor knew everything. Tuesday mornings we had confession in the back corner of my home room. If I hadn't felt so much Catholic guilt at saying the words aloud, I would have confessed repeatedly to coveting Phil Ticknor's brain.
The Bus from Brownsville
This is Brownsville, where the only white people are school teachers from neighborhoods with names like Park Slope and Carroll Gardens. The police, the firemen, the lawyers, the business owners, and yes, the criminals and the families are all people of color.
Wow.
Uhm, wow, again.
The Absent Daughter
Yesterday I learned that my paternal Grandfather, my last remaining grandparent, had passed away.
Bad Seeds - Beautiful Fruits
Okay, so my students, in between being completely out of control this past Friday, managed to make a few pieces of amazing art. (IE, This is your chance to see some cool kid photographs.)
Ft. Lauderdale: Come bash in the sun
All three of these hate crimes have no suspects, despite all three of them having eye witnesses and being immediately reported.
Presidential Sow
The agoraphobic tendencies of a highly visible mind.
What is More Funny Than a Dead Baby?
The school shooting you might not have heard about: a 14-year-old 8th grader murdered at school because he was perceived to be gay.
How Many Activists Does it Take to Screw in a Light Bulb
Often times, folks don't really believe me when I tell them that I am harassed or threatened for being trans. This is especially true of nice people. Or they think it is somehow to be expected. Which is especially true of complicated nice people who hate heterosexism, are heterosexist and really want to help.
4,320 New York Minutes
Meet my psychiatrist . . . and my therapist.
Mid Day Nevada
My heart lept, my lips pursed and before I knew it my skin ran with the chills of excitement.
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