The Unseen Angels of My Body

The Unseen Angels of My Body

Sometimes I see a photograph of myself and I’m surprised at how I look. “I didn’t know that about myself,” I say. Quietly. Sadly. Sometimes angrily. Once I saw a photo taken from behind in which I had an almost square back and upper arms like...
Pierced by Nostalgia

Pierced by Nostalgia

When I was a freshman in college, one of my new best friends was an actor. He appeared in a play during his first quarter, when he was also gaining accolades for being the first person in my dorm to get puking drunk and the first person that year to have sex in the...
Selling Out: A Rant

Selling Out: A Rant

My art is not better if I don’t make money at it, and what I do make money for isn’t less art because of filthy lucre. I want to see artists rolling in piles of money like Scrooge McDuck. I want to see them luxuriating in security, comfort, and relief from...
How to Find Your True Purpose and Your Big Work

How to Find Your True Purpose and Your Big Work

The Moment I was listening to a podcast as I drove home the other night, and I found therein my True Purpose and Big Work. Comedian Aisha Tyler was interviewing poker champ Jason Somerville on her show Girl on Guy about how he came out as gay on his blog on...
Filthy Rich Language

Filthy Rich Language

I’ve been working on my burlesque name. This is a very important decision and one that will, I hope, have a lasting impact. The formula of first pet and mother’s maiden name would equip cyber-thieves with the answer to my secret question, so that’s...