My title, “I’d rather hate a man than be disappointed in him,” comes from my dear friend, Lenora. Actually, it comes from her daddy. Growing up in the Northeast, my experience was, children called their fathers “daddy” up to a certain age and then transitioned to dad....
When a friend from high school is a drag queen, the idea of men dressing up as women and performing shows is normalized pretty quickly. I’ll call my friend, aka The Great Fabu, “Joe” to give him his privacy. In sixth grade, Joe wrote me a note asking, “Will you go...
This is the inside padding of Chester’s bed that has been sitting in my laundry room for five months. And this is Chester. I have to use the past tense now when speaking about Chester, and I find that to be just another assault on my heart. Going from “is” to “was” is...
I have the very good fortune of having a friend who is a Child Development Specialist. She works with kids who have been traumatized and helps them heal and move forward with their lives. Her name is Jess. She is very smart and very warm. I always feel better after a...
