December is a notebook with blank pages to fill.
December is getting a few more words in.
December is new socks.
December is YouTube videos on the couch when it rains.
The quality of muhcee is mighty strained indeed—as the dear Portia said (from Shakespeare, my dears—a very Great writer who wrote ladies’ roles for dragqueens in his time).
Reese meets his angel when Patrick auditions for the St. Luke’s Christmas Revue. The two men explore their fantasies in that same church, where Reese found his own awakening, so many years ago.
I made Patrick an aerials performer, because I was curious what kinds of things you could get up to with those long lengths of silk. Some very nice things, turns out. You can pick up this story right now, with eleven more to read before the twelve days of Christmas are over.
Instantly, I recognize the vagrant youngmen dotting those places: the motorcyclists without bikes, the cowboys without horses, awol servicemen or on leave….
Southern California, which is shaped somewhat like a coffin, is a giant sanatorium with flowers where people come to be cured of life itself in whatever way….
As we drove back into the islandcity—into the jungle of knifegleaming buildings—I knew suddenly I wouldnt stay much longer in New York.
I would return to El Paso.
the full Armstrong story only underscores what we already knew: that humans probably shouldn’t be cycling 3,391 kilometres in three weeks.