Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

A DMV clerk just asked me to go sit down when I approached the counter with my almost-17 year old son. He then immediately shifted his attention to Hunter, took the paperwork that was handed him, and addressed my son … Continue reading →

What I love the very most about America…and what I loathe the very most about America — all in one photograph. God bless America. World Trade Center site, 1 May, 2011, after the announcement that American forces had killed Osama … Continue reading →

You see? Sometimes wishes and dreams REALLY DO COME TRUE!

From my hilarious friend and colleague — writer/actor/mother, Miss Becky Thyre: “We were listening to NPR in the car today and Meshell Norris said, “Will we ever know the name of the SEAL who shot Osama Bin Laden?” My 9-year-old … Continue reading →

Bush? Seriously? The Right-Wing spinpricks are attempting to spin this glorious headshot into the column under W? Honey, so much does George Bush NOT give a fuck, the very second his last term was up he couldn’t get his feckless … Continue reading →

To brighten our otherwise wretched, miserable days of writing, lunching, thrift shopping, and BELLY LAUGHING ‘TIL WE PISS OUR GRANNY PANTIES (okay, so it’s just me who pisses her granny panties, but I was on a fucking roll), Miss Jackie … Continue reading →

Aside from being blissfully MARRIED to my darling, sexy, brilliant husband, Gregory: there are many extra, added benefits to being additionally MARY’D to a gay man, as well — especially one like my GUSBAND, Jackie Beat, a person who has … Continue reading →

People — especially women — write me all the time, asking how they, too, might become a card-carrying member of the “I GENUINELY DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK OF ME CLUB” — and I always try my very … Continue reading →

Easter is, and always has been, my least favorite holiday. #1, I hate the fucking palette. It makes me want to KICK ASS. #2, I hate scufflin’ shoes a-white. They make me want to BEAT ASS. And #3, for many, … Continue reading →

When I was 13, I was desperately in love with The Bay City Rollers — and FULLY believed that I would grow up to marry Woody, go on a Rock n’ Roll Honeymoon, and then live happily ever after in … Continue reading →