Category: LoveLetters

A girl learns many things from her father. I could say: I learned everything I know about being a woman from my father, even though I know perfectly well this is not true at all. That is, at some perspective, it is entirely true and within another, not true at all. Even when he did…

Generations don’t end evenly and ages don’t define relationships. Sometimes I am my aunt’s sister and sometimes I am my mother’s mother. I hope that sometimes she feels me to be her sister, her friend. Sometimes my brother is my father. When my father is too sick to change the oil and pick me up.…

I love pogo punks tubby boys fist throwing boys chubby boys blubbery boys with their shirts off dirty boys bloody boys moshing in the dirt. I love the fighting boys the dancing boys throwing their bodies, the dance they do, throwing their weight, waiting for the break, waiting for the climax and then the clash…

The other week in NEON Magazine I read an interview with Lada Gaga, who, in response to the “are you a feminist?” question answered, “Absolutely not! I love men!” She then went one step further by elaborating on just how much she loves men, saying, “I would fuck a man every single damn day ……

I have a strange compulsion to think of the date suddenly, without reason, throughout the day, as though it were urgent to remember, or rather, not to forget. I think: the 27th of July, today is 25 days since my father died. The 23rd of July, that’s 21 days since my father died. Yesterday it…

I have a strange compulsion to think of the date suddenly, without reason, throughout the day, as though it were urgent to remember, or rather, not to forget. I think: the 27th of July, today is 25 days since my father died. The 23rd of July, that’s 21 days since my father died. Yesterday it…

I’ve been in figurative tears for weeks because I’m so proud of … I want to say … my generation of women … but it’s not just my generation, its many, and its cumulative, so then I want to say … I’m so proud of the work of women … but then, it’s not just…

Wow, lying awake on my thirtieth birthday and I continue toread Yes Means Yes: Visions of FemaleSexual Power & A World Without Rape … and this sends me on a spiral ofthoughts, strong, conflicted, energized, focused, varied. It may not seem like light reading but I find myself flyingthrough this book. I’m so happy to…

It didn’t start with her, but Ariel Levy certainly didpackage it: the “I’m not my mother’santi-porn feminist but I still think what you do is WRONG!” feminist who apparently still can’t stop watching the Pussycat Dolls, GirlsGone Wild, and reading Playboy (I guess all in the name of research). And—Ireally feel bad for her—she still…

Juan is in the shower. He is washing off his thick makeup from the night, when he was “Anita Drink,” one of the most obnoxious drag queens to grace the stage, which is quite difficult in a city with such stiff competition. I lie down on our unmade bed, which resembles more of a nest…