Metro Weekly

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  • Campus Radicals, Past and Present

    By on December 11, 2002

    This is where I came out as a brainy dyke teen in Birkenstock sandals, fountain pen dripping with feminist ink: Washington, D.C. in 1980, on...

  • Ornamental

    By on December 11, 2002

    In August, you complained that the stores were breaking out their Christmas consumables way too early, but here we are two weeks from the big...

  • Life with Pooh (and Piglet)

    By on December 4, 2002

    Like many kids, I fell in love with the Winnie-the-Pooh literature when I was young and became enchanted with tales of Piglet (my favorite) and...

  • All the Trimmings

    By on November 20, 2002

    I tend to forget, in the hustle-bustle thing called life, about the meaning and importance of days designated to reflect and honor and observe. Somehow...

  • Fully Wired

    By on November 20, 2002

    Photography by Michael Wichita I do say, there's nothing quite like a bit of energy spritzer to fluff one's midday mojo. I seek a concoction...

  • Ebony & Ivory

    By on November 13, 2002

    Photography by Michael Wichita Does anything quite say ''urban sophistication'' like the elegant simplicity of a piano bar? And if you throw around words like...

  • Breast Wishes

    By on November 6, 2002

    I'm a few hours away, as I write this, from my first mammogram. It's a procedure I've been thinking about for years as a gay...

  • Spare Any Change?

    By on October 30, 2002

         Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays wants you to go straight, and they've enlisted a hot guy to convince you.      He looks like he's...

  • Ex Caliber

    By on October 23, 2002

         A giant ad in Monday's Washington Post -- it's a full page but somehow it looks bigger than the others -- touts an upcoming...

  • Home Sweet Home

    By on October 9, 2002

    War is hell -- especially when you're particularly fond of the enemy. No, I'm not talking about al Qaeda or Iraq. I mean the war...

  • Traversing the Big C

    By on September 25, 2002

         Ed is dying of pancreatic cancer. All year we've been getting e-mails about his diagnosis, then his prognosis, then his treatment progress, then his...

  • Tennis, Anyone?

    By on September 11, 2002

         All it took for tennis to shed its stuffy, elitist reputation was a long-haired sex symbol with a cocky attitude, a few Canon commercials...

  • Stranger in a Straight Land

    By on September 4, 2002

    There we sat in a staff meeting, all twelve of us, listening to the vice president for operations talk about kitchen upkeep.      "Every bottom...

  • Striking Out

    By on September 4, 2002

         For a bowler, there's no sweeter sound than the clamor of ten white pins crashing to the floor in a strike.      ''I love...

  • Auntie Establishment

    By on August 21, 2002

         The performance hall in my hometown is smaller than I remember it, but most things back there are. It's been at least 10 years...