I’m on my way to the gym when I see the sign stuck in someone’s front yard, “YES! On Proposition 102. Marriage is between One Man and One Woman.”

We meet on the cold, damp streets of Edinburgh. It is an intimate exchange.

It was 1996, 6:30 p.m. I threw on a tight black shirt. It made my boobies look perky and fun, like a party waiting to happen, and he was the only guest invited.

It’s February 16, 2009, 11:55 p.m. You’re snuggled up next to your new lover — the two of you met at an LGBTQI Valentine’s prom in the city — and you’re enjoying the last five minutes of The L Word

I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. Honestly, I’m not sure what came over me. I was just sitting there when they announced it, just minding my own business, just being a fun lovin’ lesbian activist, just waiting my turn, like everyone else. Well, not everyone else, but most everyone else.

...in East Hampton, but someone has to do it! (Part 1)

The Hampton Jitney. Doesn’t it sound like a good time?

The garage sale is off to a rocky start. It's 6 a.m., the time my brother Paul said he would meet me at Mom's house. He's not here.

How much would you pay for a pair of bronze chicken legs?