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Back in the day, when I was about twenty-two and a bit later, ’til about twenty-six, I wrote poetry. I haven’t written a real poem in a very long time. I used to be so into poem writing that I would go to “open-mics” and read my poems with my friend and brief-boyfriend Calvin. Calvin was significantly older than me, and unfortunately, the relationship didn’t quite work out on my end. Calvin and I would go to the Mercury Café in Denver and read poetry, and we’d also go to a place called the Kasbah. What’s interesting about that is that Calvin and I were two white gay guys, and the Kasbah (or Casbah) was a mainly African-American lounge that had a poetry night. So we’d show up and we’d be the only two gay white guys amidst a see of strong black poets. It was a little bit daunting. Of course, I decided to try my hand at being a “spoken word” artist and composed a SUPER long poem. I tried to pull it off and I was clapped offstage (or played offstage) at both the Mercury and the Kasbah… very embarrassing. After that, and the fact there was a shooting at the Kasbah one night I didn’t go, and my interest in open-mic’ing kinda died out. ... [Read More]

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Back in the day, when I was about twenty-two and a bit later, ’til about twenty-six, I wrote poetry. I haven’t written a real poem in a very long time. I used to be so into poem writing that I would go to “open-mics” and read my poems with my friend and brief-boyfriend Calvin. Calvin was significantly older than me, and unfortunately, the relationship didn’t quite work out on my end. Calvin and I would go to the Mercury Café in Denver and read poetry, and we’d also go to a place called the Kasbah. What’s interesting about that is that Calvin and I were two white gay guys, and the Kasbah (or Casbah) was a mainly African-American lounge that had a poetry night. So we’d show up and we’d be the only two gay white guys amidst a see of strong black poets. It was a little bit daunting. Of course, I decided to try my hand at being a “spoken word” artist and composed a SUPER long poem. I tried to pull it off and I was clapped offstage (or played offstage) at both the Mercury and the Kasbah… very embarrassing. After that, and the fact there was a shooting at the Kasbah one night I didn’t go, and my interest in open-mic’ing kinda died out. ... [Read More]

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I decided to build another fursuit when I was first dating my current husband. Early on, after I met him on Halloween wearing furry pants (complete with tail) we went to some kind of dance thing for the Gay-Straight Alliance at Front Range Community College. I can’t remember if this dance was a Halloween dance or not, but I was determined to wear a fursuit. I’m pretty sure it was Halloween because I wore this to volunteer for Halloween at the middle school. On the way there (I decided to walk) I was chased by young high schoolers. It was quite the ordeal. I call it the “Terminator” suit because of the sunglasses eyes. It wasn’t the best thought-through costume, but it worked, briefly. ... [Read More]

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Back in the day, when I was about twenty-two and a bit later, ’til about twenty-six, I wrote poetry. I haven’t written a real poem in a very long time. I used to be so into poem writing that I would go to “open-mics” and read my poems with my friend and brief-boyfriend Calvin. Calvin was significantly older than me, and unfortunately, the relationship didn’t quite work out on my end. Calvin and I would go to the Mercury Café in Denver and read poetry, and we’d also go to a place called the Kasbah. What’s interesting about that is that Calvin and I were two white gay guys, and the Kasbah (or Casbah) was a mainly African-American lounge that had a poetry night. So we’d show up and we’d be the only two gay white guys amidst a see of strong black poets. It was a little bit daunting. Of course, I decided to try my hand at being a “spoken word” artist and composed a SUPER long poem. I tried to pull it off and I was clapped offstage (or played offstage) at both the Mercury and the Kasbah… very embarrassing. After that, and the fact there was a shooting at the Kasbah one night I didn’t go, and my interest in open-mic’ing kinda died out. ... [Read More]

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In 2005 my husband and I went to Mephit Fur Meet. MFM is a furry convention that is/was held in Memphis. The first time we went I had built my fursuit to show off there named Willy The Red Husky. You may remember Willy from the playlist featured in my about page. When I was there in 2005 I took a bunch of pictures using my digital camera. Phones weren’t smart then, so a digital camera had to suffice. Here are the pictures. ... [Read More]

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In 2005 my husband and I went to Mephit Fur Meet. MFM is a furry convention that is/was held in Memphis. The first time we went I had built my fursuit to show off there named Willy The Red Husky. You may remember Willy from the playlist featured in my about page. When I was there in 2005 I took a bunch of pictures using my digital camera. Phones weren’t smart then, so a digital camera had to suffice. Here are the pictures. ... [Read More]

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I wrote this story in 2001 after I graduated from high school but before I was ousted from college. It’s overladen with passive voice, and parts of it are cringe. However, inside there is a gem of creativity and innovation. It’s not exactly the happiest story. Like On Being Different this story focuses on the inner brain processes, somewhat, of an undiagnosed and untreated Bipolar-II and Borderline Personality Disorder. Please note that this entire story is a work of fiction and that there is no reality to it whatsoever. ... [Read More]

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Back in the day, when I was about twenty-two and a bit later, ’til about twenty-six, I wrote poetry. I haven’t written a real poem in a very long time. I used to be so into poem writing that I would go to “open-mics” and read my poems with my friend and brief-boyfriend Calvin. Calvin was significantly older than me, and unfortunately, the relationship didn’t quite work out on my end. Calvin and I would go to the Mercury Café in Denver and read poetry, and we’d also go to a place called the Kasbah. What’s interesting about that is that Calvin and I were two white gay guys, and the Kasbah (or Casbah) was a mainly African-American lounge that had a poetry night. So we’d show up and we’d be the only two gay white guys amidst a see of strong black poets. It was a little bit daunting. Of course, I decided to try my hand at being a “spoken word” artist and composed a SUPER long poem. I tried to pull it off and I was clapped offstage (or played offstage) at both the Mercury and the Kasbah… very embarrassing. After that, and the fact there was a shooting at the Kasbah one night I didn’t go, and my interest in open-mic’ing kinda died out. ... [Read More]

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The end of the line is: the government has a legitimate concern regarding public health. It does have a moral authority to require the minimum of protective measures in situations that merit it. Outside, masks probably ain’t doing much, but in a crowded bus or airplane? Masks are probably a good idea. Can the government over-reach and step over the bounds of this authority? Sure, and they do it all the time. We are privileged in this country to be able to push back and say, “No, this is too much.” I’m constantly told by many people, mostly moderates, about how the government is helpful, the government is necessary, and that our government (being at its core a democracy) has faults but is “the best way.” I don’t think it is the best way. I really don’t. I don’t believe in unfettered democracy for everyone where everybody gets to decide anything. I’m not alone; when pressed, most people actually don’t. Yet, at the same time, all these government apologists often turn their heels when it comes to an issue that upsets them, that inconveniences them, like wearing a mask. Suddenly, it’s a whole different issue, and if I were to tell them the same advice they tell me, well, it’s just different, alright! ... [Read More]

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[Mr. Biddle] (you) propose[s] that religionists and secularists alike can form a unified reason-based movement in support of freedom. But they can’t, as anything that finds its foundation in the religion of the religionists is irrational, thus they can’t be reason-based. The idea is and has always been, to move people to abandon the faith-based concept and embrace the reason-based concept. Religionists, being religionists, by definition won’t do that (lest they not be religionists). This idea of a “unified front” is contradictory and unachievable, and it [hinders] advocacy. “Religionists,” being those that are not just theists, but support a particular religion, are referred to as “religionists” because they are characterized in everything they say and do by their chosen religion. Just like you might be characterized as an Objectivist because everything you propose here is supposedly founded in Rand’s philosophy. ... [Read More]