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This week, I’m in my second of twelve IVIG treatments. Five days in a row, six hours a day, I’m receiving IV Immunoglobulin therapy. It’s really hard on my body. I’m writing to you with an IV in my right hand (I was too out of it to take the practical idiocy of this into […]
Read MoreMy father is not dead- not by medical standards. Not yet. Tick tock- I’ve been waiting for him to die, watching, angrily, as the more innocent go in his place. He’s more..missing with an expectation of no return- I expect he’ll die, lonely, on his lifelong search for the unattainable. I tried. I tried […]
Read More10. I wear therapeutic bras: That’s right. One of my bras looks like the bra Robin William’s wore to play Mrs. Doubtfire. Yes, the under garments of my sexy 28 year old body are that of a 50 year old drag queen. I started experiencing regular breast pain just months into my diagnosis. I braced […]
Read MoreMy dear friend spent his weekend at “DragCon,” in Downtown Los Angeles, where all of the famous Drag Queens from “Ru Paul’s Drag Race” gathered to inspire all of those who have that extra splash of color to their inner rainbow. Or maybe the Queens were gathering for the financial profit- doesn’t matter. When I […]
Read MoreIf you read my post yesterday, you know about that time I went hiking in $5.00, child-size, Calvin Klein boxer briefs AND my boots. Here’s a photo of that for your enjoyment: If you read my post yesterday, you know that I’m still grieving my trusty, rusty hiking boots that served me well for like […]
Read MoreSince the beginning of time, unclothed people of all races and all places were preaching what the Beatles put into pop music centuries later: “All you need is love, love, love is all you need.” Today the message is everywhere. It’s in the cliché, framed decors from Target, hanging in the hallway of many suburban homes, […]
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