Episode 7

I am all about the straight people.

That's what I had to keep repeating to myself at Thanksgiving dinner last week, as I was contemplating the exact repercussions of tossing a slice of the whip cream-topped pumpkin pie sitting in front of...

And now a word about Alex.

I realized this week while looking over the essays posted so far that Louie--the namesake of these chronicles--has most certainly dominated the proceedings. That is, of course, because my four-year-old son is about as voluble as it gets and,...

As loath as I am to admit it, I owe President George W. Bush an apology.

That became abundantly clear to me the day after election night when the president, roundly thrashed in the midterm elections resulting in the loss of the Republican majority...

So I have a friend whose girlfriend is pressuring him to get hitched.

I had an easy solution for him: Get "gay married" instead.

It's got all the notions of commitment and buckets of earnestness, but has zero...

Clearly, San Francisco TV anchorman Pete Wilson has never been pregnant.

If he had suffered from swollen ankles and periodic nausea for close to a solid year, I'm guessing he probably would not have described the recent birth of a baby here--whose father is a gay city supervisor and whose...

(read Episode 1 here.)

Episode 2: "Look at me, Mom."

I hate to admit it, but I didn't look. On average, like most four-year-olds, Louie's look-at-me requests come in at a rate of three a minute these days. I know am a bad mother for doing...

Episode 1: The T-Shirt Epiphany

Fuck you, you fucking fuck.

If you are offended by that sentiment, don't blame me. Blame the T-shirt.

From the minute I saw it, I had to have that exact...