Last Saturday night, the smell of overheating lamination machines wafted from Catholic Church basements in the U.S., Canada, U.K. and India. The next morning, parishioners lucky enough to attend churches not downsized by pedophilia payouts, consulted freshly plasticized pew cards for the new wording of their Mass.

Rome had...

One Saturday afternoon when I was maybe five or six, my Dad was reading the paper and I was watching some grim Dickens-ish movie on little our black and white GE console. A tattered, beaten down family was sent to a huge dark, foreboding end-of-the-line-for-you Debtors Prison. Under the big...

My galpal gets the Wall Street Urinal because she likes to know what the capitalists are thinking. I was looking for the WSJ weekly crossword puzzle in case I finished the NYT Sunday puzzle in a timely fashion or by Tuesday.

A full-page ad with the word "I-Tomb" caught...

Congratulations to all who worked so hard and so long to bring marriage equality to the empiric state: those who stood vigil in Albany, those who lobbied the halls, those who changed their minds, those who wrote checks, those on whose shoulders this victory stands. I'm still in a NY...

Dominique Strauss-Kahn, he of the Madoff mane, alleged rapist and head of the International Monetary Fund -- talk about branding! -- is not too big to jail. Tant pis.

Wait, wait, there's more.

Arnold reveals he fathered a child ten years ago with a...

What an interesting Women's History Month. They must have hired a new publicist. It's as if Mad Men's plucky Peggy Olsen took over the account and decided to shake things up. I don't know how the new branding will play out, but heck, at this point in the war on...

The mid-term auction kicked my ass. The gushers of money, the belly-up Dems, the betadyned Reps, the gloating media, my bummin' friends. At first I tried to be cheery but the jowly seditious Mitch McConnell, Sarah Palin's Alaska, Michele Bachman's pretzel logs of thought, the face of W on his...

Because of a long-standing prior commitment to some darling lesbians and a boat, I will not be performing at the Restoring Sanity Rally in DC this weekend. Not that anyone asked.

While I believe that humor can do serious work, I'm worried that the Restoring Sanity Rally will be a...

This morning in Ptown, I actually had goose bumps. The days are cooler -- sunsets are earlier. What can you do?

What we have been doing all summer is having Feminist Classics Readings every Saturday night at 9:00 p.m. on Commercial Street between our wonderful City Video store and Spiritus.

Unlike past summer films featuring Spiderman, Iron Man, or X-Man, this summer's leading movie man is the XY-Man, the sperm donor. In The Kids Are Alright Mark Ruffalo plays the sperm donor tracked down by the children of two lesbians played by Annette Bening and Julianne Moore. The lesbians finally...

On Sunday night, my gal pal and I joined a sold-out crowd of moviegoers to see the much-anticipated The Kids Are Alright at the tiny Ptown Theater. The A/C was a bonus.

The crowd at the early show was mostly Well of Loneliness era women in pairs and posses. Quite...

In Ptown we are cycling too fast through the themed weekends of summer: Film Festival, Portuguese Festival, Circuit Party 4th of July, and now it's already Bear Week. Up-Cape, Melissa Etheridge has already made her summer stop at the Cape Cod Melody Tent in Hyannis. I have already made my...

Here in gorgeous Provincetown, three days after the summer solstice, I walk out the jetty at the far west end of town. I have started many walks here in all kinds of weather, often with a burdened mind. Most days by the return, I cannot imagine what bothered me. It...

I was trolling an LGBT online news service. It used to be if something gay happened in the news, it was pretty much a one-off and you clung to as if it were a life preserver in a sea of heterosexuality. Now there are several LGBT news clipping services. Pinch...

"Don't get a swelled head." "Don't be a hot dog." Those were the messages I got when I was growing up. So I don't brag. There was that time I did share with you that I got one of those Mormon genealogy programs and had traced my lineage back to...

My dear girlfriend cheerfully admits she is a numbers nerd. She can read, remember and interpret a pie chart or a power point graph like nobody's business. While she's parsing the percentages, I tend to muse about the color palette they've chosen. Why that yellow with fuchsia? Not to imply...

To quote VP Joe Biden, "This is a big f**in deal." Lovable old Hairplugs Joe was of course referring to the successful passage of health insurance reform. I am referring to the shameful, dangerous behavior of the overly televised Teabaggers.

Stupid does as stupid is. In a recent poll,...

The Oscars made me sick. Not because my George Clooney did not win and attended with that faux-galpal-arm-candy instead of me. Not because Kathryn Bigelow, the first woman to win Best Director, was so ditsily girly at such a historic moment. But because the tribute to horror films was an...

What was I thinking? The weather forecast for the Northwest was "partly cloudy, showers", generally a safe bet, so I wore a big black raincoat and layers for my trip to Seattle and Portland. Had I forgotten the daffodils during the Vancouver Olympics? Forsythia, flowering quince, blooming tulip trees and...

When the Supremes ruled 5-4 in Citizens United v. The Federal Election Commission - AKA Capitalism v. Democracy - I got that old familiar cement block on sternum feeling of despair that I haven't had since Bush v. Gore, another vote from our resident terrorist cell #5.

According to...