Hope Rising

Yesterday I had a conversation with a demonized man. He was a homeless man in downtown San Francisco, and his name was Chucky. I liked Chucky. Chucky had a large beard with bits of food stuck inside it like flies trapped in a cobweb. He had weathered skin, a raspy voice, and large safety pins … More Hope Rising

Union

When it comes to true sex, skin gets in the way… I was thinking about that the other day. I don’t have much experience with sex. I’ve never had sex at all, strictly speaking. But I have had moments in my life, especially recently, when I think to myself “skin gets in the way.” It’s … More Union