Yesterday, while the NYC sky was dark and stormy and filled with tears, I learned that Leslie Feinberg had passed...
"Lately, my maternal fantasies have become almost as frequent as my homicidal ones." Read More
"Writers have had a long, contentious, volatile romance with suicide. I searched them out in high school and then college, when my first book of poetry–grim and suicidal–was published. Like many depressed adolescents, I sought out fellow travelers[...]" Read More
"Today, I acknowledge that no one else is responsible for my happiness, including God. So now, I’m wondering why God exists, or why I exist for that matter."
This month’s “Banal and Profane” column comes to us from writer Nik Nicholson. Read More
"Are all healthy relationships inherently boring?"
Personal advice on love and life from author La JohnJoseph. Read More
"In Cold Blood taught me that I could dive into my shadows, face my would-be killer, plumb my heart for the kind of compassion that the worst kind of men never gave me [...]" Read More
"[Saint] knew he had to chronicle the black gay voices of AIDS or they would be lost. He had to collect the bits and pieces that would create a different kind of names quilt–the angry verses, the embittered stanzas, the breathy last couplets of the dying." Read More
Mabel Dodge courted writers and artists to spend time at her home; she desired not only to replicate but to exceed the efforts of her New York City salons. Emma Goldman, Alfred Stieglitz, Margaret Sanger, John Reed, Georgia O’Keefe, Willa Cather, Ansel Adams, Carl Jung, D.H. Lawrence, Frank Waters, Aldous Huxley are just some of her esteemed guests. Read More
"When I call myself bisexual, I’m naming myself....I’m also opening myself up to other people’s interpretations—favorable or not—of what that means to them." Read More
