Lit Crit

A few years ago Ryan was telling me about a discussion he had in his Victorian Literature class.  While relaying the story he used the phrase, “the female gaze.”
I, of course, heard “the female gays,” and told him, “The proper term is lesbian.”
Well done, Cheyenne

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Sick

I’m on my seventh day of being sick.  I have a whole bunch of different type of sicknesses, none of which is very interesting to mention, so I won’t.  What I will mention is how intolerant I’ve become.  I can’t stand being uncomfortable, never mind in pain.  Four years ago I pushed through mono and [...]

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What Comes Before “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year”

Eff, I don’t even have anything to say, but the idea that I haven’t done this for a month makes me feel pretty pathetic.  It is true, though, that I could characterize my behaviour in the month of November as substantially pathetic, so it’s quite fitting.  In fact, I’m not sure I want to capture [...]

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The Wedding Post (Part 1)

I suppose this is blog-worthy, but I’ve been putting it off for so long because I didn’t know how to write about it.  Luckily, now I’m pissed off and have lots to say.
I got married in a pretty plain, minimalist way.  I didn’t have a wedding or flowers or a party. I didn’t have guests [...]

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My Toe, My Toe

My toe healed.
Susan Sontag, a novelist turned literary/pop-culture theorist turned Annie Leibovitz lover, with whom I’ve had a growing interest in, published something called Illness as Metaphor before she died. Of course illness as metaphor. Of course growth as metaphor. Of course water as metaphor. And light and trees and sunsets [...]

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