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A SERIOUS GOP ASS-HANDING by Senator Wendy Davis last night in Austin, Texas — and today? TRUE LOVE CONQUERS ALL in Washington, DC. EQUALITY ABOUNDS! And, the delicious maraschino cherry on top of THAT FABULOUS SUNDAE? An AWESOME Dodger win … Continue reading →

And while I am typing meaningful missives: A Heartfelt Letter To An Old Friend From My Youth Who Stops By My Facebook Page Occasionally To Leave What I Absolutely Know To Be Loving And Well-Intentioned Comments Such As: “Why would … Continue reading →

“Jesus getting his nails painted.” An affectionate, open letter to the boy on my Facebook friends list who commented on my original post of this photo a couple of days ago, “Sorry, Muffy…You’re better than that.”: Actually, Sugar…I gotta tell … Continue reading →

My private yoga lesson this morning with my HUSBAND, Gregory, and my GUSBAND, Jackie, went SWIMMINGLY. I am officially FUCKING OBSESSED. The really good news is…at this morning’s lesson, during some of the twistier poses, I couldn’t smell my own vagina. The … Continue reading →

“You have to understand, I’m not a middle-class person. I’m like a lower-class person with upper-class aesthetics.” — Patti Smith

Little-known American History Fun Fact #623: Abraham Lincoln not only had chin whiskers that he had to pluck every morning…he also had nuclear hot flashes, parched vaginal tissues, an estrogen patch on his ass, the gunt of a TRUE patriot, … Continue reading →

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Young Hooker. Fresno, California. 1998. Boss Hooters. Questionable Moral Fiber. Ina Garten Doppleganger. Hopelessly in love with Jesus. No, silly. Not in love with Jesus’ doctrine and divinity. Actually PHYSICALLY IN LOVE WITH JESUS. As in…I watched Franco Zeffirelli’s masterpiece … Continue reading →

Despite all the amazing photos being posted by my friends on the East Coast — I have to say that we here in California are feeling a little entomologically left out and would like to extend an offer to all … Continue reading →

A coupla years ago, My One True Love and I were out and about, and at some point during our travels, stopped in at the INFAMOUS Starbucks on Ventura Blvd. to canoodle, read the LA Times, and split a nice, … Continue reading →