Tag: memoir

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."...

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.”...