Last night I tucked away and left the bath-books-bed ritual in the competent hands of the beloved, so’s to catch two films being screened at The Center, San Francisco’s LGBT community space. Frameline and COLAGE co-sponsored the screening of Just Call Me Kade and transparent; the documentaries were followed by
It takes a certain kind of fortitude — a kind I know I lack — to be able to read about the murder of 15 year-old Lawrence King, and not stop in your tracks. In fact, I’ve been stopped in my tracks about it for over a week. For those
After letting loose a week’s worth of spit-polished essay (the better to pass our time as I nursed my surgery wounds), I am a tad sheepish. I give your average blog post a whole lot less rehearsal time, shoving it in front of the footlights, wig akimbo and costume unbuttoned,