Karsten: Oh! I guess I thought that was gay. Neighbor-friend: Like, homosexual gay?
him: I need to see a movie with lots of explosions and death. me: Oh, did you call your dad?
I keep forgetting to mention that the guy who’s painting the tippy-top of the front porch (which I’m thrilled Karsten isn’t going to do himself) is the son of the guy who wrote (co-wrote?) “Lucille.” Now, come on. How Nashvegas
I need to find a way to get one of these for Karsten.
I backed out of the backyard into the alley this morning — naturally, we’re parking out back these days — and was detoured when I got to the end of the alley by Morgan Park Place construction blocking my normal
Karsten’s profession of love to me this morning: “You’re the improbability closest to impossibility.” Tell me, who wouldn’t swoon?
The trip back from SLC involved a canceled flight, puking in the airport, and lost luggage, but it’s all over now and I’m simply happy to be home. I very nearly kissed the ground when we landed. Of course, I’ll
According to the HRC, the theme of this year’s coming out day is “Talk About It.” They’ve got a “Sorry Everybody“-style collection of pictures of people posing with signs that say “Talk About It.” I’m bisexual. But I’m also too
Our new meerkat painting!, originally uploaded by Kate O’. Sorry, I’ve been meaning to post an update on the animal art auction and have been too swamped. Or lazy. But swamped makes me sound more important, I think, so I’ve
is here. And it says: You are everything I never knew I wanted, and more. You fulfill desires I never knew I had, and then some. You make me love you, even when I start to feel unloving. You make