The weather's getting a little chilly. So I snuggle down under my my sueded cotton comforter and jersey knit sheets.

Back in college (a million years ago) I dated this very cute blond from Punxatawney, PA (you know, the groundhog place?).

Leaves change color, you are blessed with the opportunity to be chivalrous and give her your jacket, all of your favorite shows are entertaining you with fresh new season premieres, and best of all...

Is it really better to laugh with the sinners than to cry with the saints? I mean, sure, it's better to laugh than to cry. But saints are better than sinners, right? So where does that leave us?

Yep. When you are surrounded by goodies all the time, you just don't crave them as often. That is the secret to "lesbian bed death". Ah, many friends have fallen victim to it.

Where have all the good girls gone? Those who are so very eager to please? Those who live to serve? They've become few and far between or hidden in the mist.

Why does our community continue to lack power?