Metro Weekly

Columns

  • Beautiful Day

    ‘Tis the season of gay tourism. I don't mean my friends and I hopping on that Olivia Cruise to Lesbos. I mean other folks, gay...

  • Grave Lessons

    I spent my 40th birthday talking to a lesbian ghost. More specifically, I made a pilgrimage to the tomb of famous lesbian author Radclyffe Hall,...

  • 'Atta Girl!

    There was a girl in my neighborhood growing up who was as sporty as any boy on the block. She wore baseball caps every day,...

  • Bearing False Witness

    It's Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year, and loved ones have pampered me with gifts of sweet things (for a sweet year). The jumbo bag...

  • Reality Bites

    When I was a little kid, I used to watch a show called Romper Room and hoped each day with all my might that Miss...

  • Everyday Terror

    On the second anniversary of the September 11th attacks I thought about the kinds of ''domestic'' terrorism that America has chosen to ignore for so...

  • Professing Love

    Once every few months, or so it seemed, I would find myself in my college adviser's office, telling him how, really, it would make so...

  • Hope Springs Eternal

    I just returned from two glorious weeks working at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival. Nearly 4,000 festie-goers and workers enjoyed sunshine, the red glow of...

  • For the Record

    The battle over same-sex marriage in the courts -- public courts, religious courts, the court of public opinion -- recently led me into a long...

  • Girl Meets Whirl

    This new wave of television programming designed to challenge and confuse our notions of what is straight and what is gay has me, well, challenged...

  • First Person

    Returning from a three-week summer getaway, I find my e-mail box crammed with political updates -- and instructions for me to sign and send petitions...

  • A New Turn-On

    Dear T, We only met this weekend but already I know that I love you. I hate to sound like I'm new at the game...

  • Ready for Vacation

    Set loose on summer vacation and still jubilant over the Supreme Court ruling on gay sex, my girlfriend and I headed to Santa Cruz, California,...

  • I Swear

    I have a pottymouth. I curse like a sailor. I think nothing of tossing around the f-word, the s-word, the p-word, the d-word (even in...

  • Minority Report

    Just like that, I'm not a criminal any more. With the Supreme Court ruling on Lawrence v. Texas, I can cross Key Bridge from Georgetown...