Podcasting about art and activism since 2005
Wednesday afternoon while I was talking to my (former) landlord it finally hit me that I really was leaving in two days and it was time to stop zoning out watching episodes of the Office on iTunes and get to work. I spent the entire day Thursday packing up, throwing crap away, and inviting friends …
I first met Ray Hill in the early 90’s when I became involved with Queer Nation. As a fledgling queer activist, he was always someone I looked up to, as I do to this day. As my time here in Houston is coming to an end, I felt that Ray was one of those people …
well, I have a great interview to share with you guys, but this mac is giving me shit again. Apple Care just actually told me they couldn’t help me with this issue and I should use the help menu. Nice. Once again wishing I had never switched from PC.
Sitting at my (soon to be former) desk drinking coffee from a cup that I will probably take along with me. These are the things that have become important to me. Is it odd that this is what holds my heart now? This cup made it’s way home with me from Unity Theater at some …
inspired by Liza, here are my favorite pics of myself circa 1988 or so. This is backstage/on the patio at Number’s here in Houston. That’s Lene Lovich in the middle. The guy on the bottom left is my very first boyfriend, Bam Bam. That was the night I met him. Interesting side note: the other …
Sure, it was weeks ago when he originally posted it, but my pal Jeb over at The £50 Note Podcast did the greatest tribute to Edith Massey EVAR! check it! (edit: this podcast no longer exists :-()
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This has been a week of such goodbyes. I spent most of the day Wednesday at my old school. I chose this week to visit in hopes that I wouldn’t run into many students, but there were a few running around whose parents teach or administrate or other such things. I went into the gym …
