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I’m 27 and I play in a punk rock band. I love it. We love it. We’ve spent the past 10 years writing,  practicing, performing, recording, spending huge amounts of time, money, and aggravation, and primarily...

 

 

AIDSLifecycle 2010 - Day #5 -"Red Dress Day?"

Traditionally being the shortest daily mileage of the week, "Red Dress Day" usually passes with ease. 67 miles...

 

Summer came again as I looked out over the apartment sitting on one couch while stairing at another, which had now become my bed. I had prepared so well to get a job so I could save up money and now I was left with none. Just waiting for some...

 

A sneaky daughter and the wrath of her mother

 

This is a story about a young boy who grew up in a strict household and was determined to take a punishment for his actions without shedding a tear and feeling NO PAIN!

 

Explicit: Adult Content! Mention of drug usage.

Spring break means Easter in Hollywood. And what do we find there but some very interesting and generous new friends...

 

"You were born with that name?"  This is the question I get after I introduce myself with what has been my full, legal name for many years now... Beautiful Existence.

Now there is always an ackward pause after their question...

 

Just before I started junior high school, my family and I moved into a high-rise building that I considered the height of sophistication and modernity.

 

About ten years ago, when I was a sophomore in college, my boyfriend Ry, his best friend Jeh, my foriegn exchange student friend from Japan Tomoko and I all decided to visit New York City over spring break.  Tomoko and I were students at...

 

I used to think that texting was not a viable means of human interaction because it was too shallow. LOL ROFL LMAO doesn't mean much. Plus, most phone have preset texts you can send off without even typing. "Hi," "Thanks," and my personal...

 

Its hot.  I am in the shade and still baking, still waiting for R(i)TA the patron saint of desperate, lost causes.  She stays busy in this city that care forgot.  

 

My head sags, soaked in the steam rising from...

 

A year ago I boarded a bus on East 18th Street headed to downtown Oakland. I sat in the back of the bus, reading a book. A black woman in her early 40s, clad in a cowboy hat and boots, blue jeans and a brown leather jacket,...

 

In 2004, I flew home to Minnesota for my Great Aunt Winifred's 100th birthday. She died the night before the party, so we ended up having a funeral instead. But the real icing on the cake was, well, the icing on the cake.

 

A tale about demystifying the word "gay" in the second grade and my desperate longing to be a homosexual as a young person. Lucky for me, it all worked out in the end.