"Cinderella dressed in yella,
Went upstairs to kiss a fella,
Made a mistake and kissed a snake.
How many doctors did it take
1, 2, 3, . . . ."
Writings and photos on hope and resilience; love and relationships; life and death; anger and acceptance; and human behavior and beliefs
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Love and Intimacy in the Shadow of AIDS
On Saturday night at Belles, before the drag show, they'd play a slow song. One song. A chance for couples to touch, to be intimate. So ...
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Here I sit - nursing a scotch, looking out at the pink and orange reflection of the sunset on the mountain—pondering my solitary act of civi...
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“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first t...
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There's a meadow in my perfect world Where wind dances the branches of a tree Casting leopard spots of light across the face ...
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