Most of my recent freelance work has been developing and writing online content for clients such as Social Signal and Central City Foundation (new site to be launched in February 2009). Past writing and editing clients include the Justice Institute of BC, Simon Fraser University, Battered Women’s Support Services, BC Association of Specialized Victim Assistance and Counselling Programs, Society for Disability Arts and Culture and Vancouver Coastal Health Authority.

I am also proud of the volunteer work I did as part of the development team for QueerHistoryProject.com.

This is my latest (and second to last!) column for Xtra West. Sad to say that Oscar died a week after this column was written. RIP, little friend.

I think of Oscar as my lesbian cat. Not because he is a lesbian. In spite of the neutering he is definitely male, and as far as I can tell he is not sexually attracted to anyone, feline or otherwise, male or female. No, the reason I think of Oscar as a lesbian cat is because I got him soon after I came out, and he’s a key part of my lezzie history, especially my relationships. More…

I haven’t been doing any drawing besides pages and pages of my graphic memoir called My Mom Got Sick and Died. Trying to finish it by the end of August. Thanks for checking in. Back to the drawing board!

I’m finishing this column on the screened-in porch of my aunt Anne’s house in New York while the crickets chirp and the fireflies flash on and off. My girlfriend and I have spent the past two weeks visiting family. When I’m not having little fits of rage or moments of gooey love, and I’m not busy drinking wine or eating chocolate, I’ve been trying to take advantage of this excellent opportunity for increasing self —understanding. (I’m not even being sarcastic, that’s how introspective I have become here among the crickets.) More…

This spring my sister-in-law - my girlfriend’s sister - found a lump in her breast. Within weeks she had had an ultrasound, a specialist’s appointment and a mastectomy. As the family tries to absorb this news, I can’t stop thinking about breasts - having them, not having them, what it all means. More…