Friday, June 20, 2014


Grandma says, “Katy, you need to get out more.”

She says, “You need to go DO something. Do it all.”

She says, “Katy, you need to experience the world while you are still young.”

Grandma says a lot of things, and all of the things she says are things like these things, and she says things like these things practically all of the time.

We hear her every word. We roll her every word around in our hands. Slowly. Considering each for shape and for size. Smoothness and weight. Impact and echoes and related after-effects. For potential to forfend flesh shadows.

We consider Grandma’s words, but we know better than Grandma. We know there is too much to do in here to ever go outside.

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Good Queer, Part 2

Some things you should know about me:

I have never worn my hair in a mullet.

I do not listen to the music of Tegan and Sara.

Sure, I own some flannel shirts, but I live in Houston, so they rarely get worn.

I do not view the continuing success of Ellen DeGeneres as a personal win for me in any way, shape, or form.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

The Good Queer, Part 1

On Wednesday, May 28, 2014, which was only a couple weeks back, the City Council in my town passed something it called the Houston Equal Rights Ordinance, or “H.E.R.O.”  What H.E.R.O. is supposed to do is to legally bar discrimination based on “race, color, national origin, marital status, religion, age, gender, sexual orientation and gender identity, disability, [and] military service”  in employment, in public accommodations, and in housing.

I know, right? Wow!

For me, this was great news. It meant I could quit my jobs and fulfill my lifelong dream of earning my money by suing Christian bakers who refused to bake me gay wedding cakes.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

How to Pronounce the Word "Orgy"

Do you remember that Happy Guy from back when we were out on the streets? Daniel Johnston-looking dude? Lived up on Woodhead and West Alabama? Rode his bike everywhere? Worked down at the Bookstop and down at the Cactus Records & Tapes?


I ran into him the other night.

At Adri’s, matter of fact.

We were both mostly naked at the time.