There are few things better than an Ohio rain. The air smells like wet ground, just like those nineteen-nineties nights on family camping trips. I remember walking the dark wet paths, toothbrush in one hand, flashlight in the other. No matter where I was… what state, what country, the forest always had the same look about it, the same smell. I can still see my sister’s shadow on the gravel road ahead of me and hear the scuffling of my flip-flops as I hurry after her. In all our childhood, I never remember her being afraid of the dark.
Come out to see some really amazing folks who I am not cool enough to perform beside, including my buddies Julia Serano, Ignacio Rivera, Athens Boys Choir, Dalice Malice, and
I am very sad that I can’t join many friends in attending this fabu vent at my dear friend’s fabulous sex club Eros in San Fran. Eros Flyer: Sexy aretwork
Cincinnati Pride is approaching, and this year issues have gone beyond the usual problems with Pride. Pride is a cluster of issues, visibility, consumerism and corporatization, access, politics… but this