I don’t have great expectations for the distant future. My woman keeps telling me that fifty years from now there won’t be an “us.” Just the usual engineering feats of tiny underground critters. So I’m making no plans for the 2060’s. Even if they come with their own summer of love. This afternoon is a … Continue reading Looking Ahead
On my day set aside for art, I painted the pearl crescent butterfly. I chose the male, not because I’m a misogynist, but its colors are brighter, more tailored to my palette. The one in my in-box was perfectly put together, with an alert head, eager antennae, and shapely wings, an inch wide. A coat … Continue reading A Gay Man In God’s Factory