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Fetch me my axe: On growing up with incipient queerness in the 'burbs, post New-Wave, pre-'Net
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Fetch me my axe. We've all got something to grind. Monday, November 28, 2005. On growing up with incipient queerness in the 'burbs, post New-Wave, pre-'Net. Every once in a while little jolts will come back to me, like some. Kind of cheezy, noxious Proustian trip- poisonous green Lick 'Em Aid. Powder and warm Coke instead of the madeleines in lime-flower tea. I remember selling bags of candy, including aforementioned green. Powder, for the "thespian" group (har har HAR har, snerk), and now I'm. The odd l...
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Fetch me my axe: High school, cont'd further
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Fetch me my axe. We've all got something to grind. Sunday, January 01, 2006. High school, cont'd further. 8221; She replied, with far more exasperation than warmth, “Where else am I supposed to go? 8221; And that, for the time being at least, settled that. It didn’t occur to me till years later that I would have been well justified in walking off myself, in that case. Or maybe it did occur to me; but, I stayed, until it was over. Labels: more about moi. January 02, 2006 1:46 PM. January 02, 2006 2:34 PM.
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Fetch me my axe: Street smarts, 2
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Fetch me my axe. We've all got something to grind. Saturday, April 08, 2006. Street smarts, 2. This post over at Bitch Lab. On the multi layers of power struggle in street harassment scenes, over at had me thinking of a short piece I wrote for a late-night cabaret. Since I'm feeling self-indulgent (surprise), I'm gonna repost it here. Btw post title refers back to an earlier, more prosaic post of mine. On the general subject). WOMAN passes by quickly, eyes averted, head down. I said, hello. Hello? Cause ...
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Fetch me my axe: One year later, or near enough
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Fetch me my axe. We've all got something to grind. Sunday, October 30, 2005. One year later, or near enough. Thought for the day:. 8220;The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.”. Well, no shit, Ecclesiastes. Then again, it’s difficult to be stoic these days. At least it feels so to me, has done for the past 800 years or however long it's been since the Shrub has taken root. Intelligent Design. Maybe it's Boneheaded Design, I dunno. I sure as shit can't see the providence here. Into the...
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Fetch me my axe: Some fleeting thoughts on "civil" discourse
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Fetch me my axe. We've all got something to grind. Friday, June 16, 2006. Some fleeting thoughts on "civil" discourse. It's not about ideology, particularly. It's not about never swearing or never getting passionate or even never personally insulting anybody. It's about: can you, ever, in any circumstances, meet the other person halfway? A quarter of the way? A tenth of the way? Are you capable of grasping nuance, even a little bit? Have you ever changed your mind? June 16, 2006 8:13 PM. And thats simply...
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Fetch me my axe: Street smarts
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Fetch me my axe. We've all got something to grind. Friday, December 09, 2005. Over at the wonderfully to-the-point " What the hell is wrong with you? There is a discussion in progress over the equally fine " Holla Back New York City. Others observed, correctly, that making rude smacking sounds, saying "Yo, bitch! Grabbing a handful of body parts that do not belong to oneself, following a woman (or a man for that matter; it does happen) home, and similar are not. Decided by the person on the receiving end...
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Fetch me my axe: Neighborhood watch
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Fetch me my axe. We've all got something to grind. Saturday, January 28, 2006. On my street, there is a man who stands. An older man. Kind and twinkly looking enough. Not at all remarkable, really, except that he stands. A lot. In one spot, in front of what one presumes to be his building, leaning against a waist-high iron fence. Is he a spy of some sort? A sentinel, guarding a portal to another dimension? He said, "Nah. I went out to the country once. I didn't like it. I don't like to go whe...So, okay&...