Earlier this month, I wrote about the word queerspawn, and what I thought about it. I’m working on a replacement name for the offspring of gays and lesbians that doesn’t conjure infection or insects (“spawn”). Although I’ve only seen the word used affectionately by COLAGs (not a good replacement, I’ve decided), it reminded at least two …
My father knew that Lorin and I objected to spending time in Fort Wayne with him and Steven, and shared our disinterest in another trip to Albany to visit his parents. He decided he would take us on a real vacation, and arranged for us to go to Myrtle Beach with his friend Sister Mary …