Following My Own Advice


In case you haven’t noticed, I’m on the fast track to becoming a single crazy old cat lady. Around this time every year the token butch acquaintance proposes doing things together. Brunches, fundraising walks in Central Park or Chelsea Piers, free Pride events, Pride weekend parties and after parties, fireworks on the 4th of July, … More Following My Own Advice

Worst Dates Ever


Blessed with a psycho gene, I don’t think bad dates are a total waste because I can always write about them. I haven’t really been in that many bad dates – the worst I can think of are two first dates with two butches who each showed up with their ex sitting in the back … More Worst Dates Ever

Dear Butch


Dear past objects of desire and/or lovers whom I have not dated for having mobility problems and/or whom I have given shit for eating in bed, stretching in public, and not wanting to have sex when you were sick: I am sorry. Sincerely, A sassy femme with three bruised ribs and a swollen hip who … More Dear Butch