D is 4 Dyke

Taylor took me to this bar east of the Coliseum called simply "Coming Out." She told me she had seen in while traipsing through the streets earlier in the year with her dad, and she had said, "I have to take Arren here."...

Eat Pray Write

I started reading Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert the other day. I know, I know what you’re thinking. “What? You’re reading a book by that pompous-ass entitled white lady who wrote a “guide” on how to get over a breakup?” Yeah. You know the one, that New York Times...

Lesbian Visibility Day, Aka, The Five-Minute-Orgasm

It was our second date, on International Day of Lesbian Visibility in Madrid. You asked me if I’d like to go and meet you at a square near my piso. I lived in Chueca by then, the gay male district, right on Calle Pelayo where every year for Pride,...

Need-Shame and Staying Home

I went on a bike ride today! That felt really good, especially because it had been at least two months since I’d been on my bike, and I happened to squeeze my ride in that sunny spot between our ubiquitous grey skies and a sudden afternoon hail! On my...

New Year Update

Last month I took stock and wrote a list, which ended up more like a journal entry, of all the things I did or accomplished in 2019. There was a lot of doing, not as much accomplishing. But I think I can say that even with all the doing,...

Saying Yes

A friend quoted this meme recently: via MEME That feels very accurate to my experience over the last several years. I’ve been jumping from one crazy life event to another while managing multiple other mini dumpster fires. It’s been a wild ride and I’m burnt out. My nervous system...

The Price of Coffee in Seattle (Coffee, Part 2)

My dad used to say–at least every other day–something about “the price of tea in China.” It was one of his many catch phrases–often clich├ęs–that he’d throw out to us, his own personal comedy audience. He wasn’t that funny, his humor was cheesy dad humor at best, but he...

Praise the Coffee Gods/Goats

When I first moved to Seattle, I was a youngling. I didn’t know much. But I did already know how to drink coffee. Once, a friend asked me if I was addicted to coffee, and I answered, not even trying to be funny, “No, but I’m trying to be.”...

The Business of Making People Happy

This morning, I met with my conversation partner, V. I should probably call it something different, since she pays me to talk with her in English for two hours, it’s not a language exchange, shifting from one language to the next. V. is an immigrant from Hungary and she...