Compassion, Dignity, and Adult Diapers
A nurse stood at my head, encouraging me to take slow breaths.
A nurse stood at my head, encouraging me to take slow breaths.
“I find solace in letting things go, letting things be silly and not perfect. “
But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.
We kept walking and eventually heard the faint sound of a practice session coming from a small side court with bleacher seating.
Your stories gave me a community when I felt I had none.
The moment I began to slide, I thought of nothing.
HOW DARE THE SUN SHINE WHEN I FEEL LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH STUCK ON THE UNDERSIDE OF A PARK BENCH THAT HAS BEEN PEED ON BY DOG.
What if the fairy-tale village is not so innocent? What if the destitute mother sues for custody? What if Cinderella seduces the prince?
So, in order to commemorate these tenth Gay Games, I have decided to pen my very own over-the-top, saccharinely sincere Pindaric ode. Let’s hope it’s not, well, terrible.
As if knowing he was a caricature of a human, Grandpa Jack did most if not all of these things with a pipe in his mouth.