My soapbox is out.  This is a public service announcement. Some people stub a toe.  Some trip and break an arm.  Some, like my client, tackle a thief caught red-handed in his office at GA Tech, stealing computers and other expensive office equipment.  Like a super hero, Clark (as in Kent) threw himself at the perp-bastard.  The story goes that they tussled and the end result was that my client … [Read more...]

I was at the lake in remote Alabama this weekend, like I often am.  And when you have things done at the lake, you often call on fellas that sport camouflage hats and pants, beards and deadpan expressions, men that arrive in pick ‘em up trucks, y’all.  With gun racks.  You might as well not be a man in Alabama without the gun rack. And I bonded with the son of the seawall man.  He was cute and … [Read more...]

Walter the cat is. He really is. And I don’t mean that Walter cross dresses because that’s just silly. He’s more of a transpecies rather than transgendered. Although if he sashayed by in a dress, I wouldn’t be that shocked. He’s an anything-is-possible kind of puss. He has a sardonic wit with an appreciation for electric adventure, even if he prefers khakis and Brooks Brothers shirts. … [Read more...]

We began the evening at a Mexican restaurant near the concert hall.  It was a pleasant evening in the ATL, with a little rain, but the temp was nice.  We all wore our lesbian attire in jacket wear:  either black leather, oversized camp jacket, or fleece.  It’s a requirement, y’all—especially if you’re on your way to a Melissa Etheridge concert. We decided that we would stick together, as a … [Read more...]