They are all in your mind. — You all know about the Gender Binary. You may not know it by that name, but you know all about it. It is the idea that there are two sexes (XX and XY) which lead to two genders (Female and Male). The problem is that neither of these things actually…

My Queer Life actually. I was in my twenties, visiting with friends in Bloomington, Indiana. It was summer and warm rain began to fall. One of my friends decided to walk in the rain. I went, too. We didn’t bring umbrellas or raincoats. We were soaked. There was a park…

But I can (mostly) deal with it — I was seven years old and got separated from my mother in a grocery store. I wasn’t scared, but I wanted to find her. I retraced our steps. No luck. I scanned the women in all the aisles. I peered at all the people in the checkout lines, but I…

One set of details about me — One’s journey isn’t always down a clear path. Just promise you’ll keep going. -Jessie Jones I was 19 still nominally living in my parent’s house. I spent as many nights as I could “else place” as my middle son calls any place which isn’t here. In fact, on many occasions…

And I’m so grateful. — I grew up in Queens, New York and was, therefore, a Mets fan. It’s a strange coincidence of geography. If I had been raised in the Bronx, I would probably have been a Yankees fan. I knew all about the Mets and their pitcher Tom Seaver. Inextricably linked with the…

Airborne — there were crows on the roadside this morning quietly, patiently waiting for a moment (known only to them) i stop (not too far away) watching from the other side as the sunlight over the hill glistens on the lake they spook suddenly rising into the trees then turning north a murder airborne before settling again in…

Or at least that’s what people say to me. — I’ve only been a nomad for about a month, so it catches me up short when people ask, “Where are you from?” I generally pause for a moment or two before saying, “I’m a nomad.” This week I was asked by a woman in an excellent homemade ice cream shop…

Ormond Beach to be exact. — My friends have been complaining about the heat this week, but I’ve been loving it. Yes, it’s been in the upper 90s (around 37°C) since we’ve been in Ormond Beach (Florida), but that’s perfect for me. We have a house sit with two beautiful retrievers that’s only a five-minute walk…

A poem about memory — the woods remember you when you go off on adventures the broken sticks remain near the path dried mud holds the shape of your boots long after the squelching walk is over my breath is held by saplings growing into pines as i grow into something new woods are keeping…