It’s been almost 15 years since I came out. God, that seems like such a long time. You’d think I’d be at the Master’s Level in dykiness or something by now. But the truth is that I still lack quite a few lezzie credentials. For example, I do not have what a friend of mine calls “the posse of exes” — you know, the gang of ex-lovers who are now your best friends.
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Last month I sent an email to all my friends about an upcoming queer event. One wrote back, “I would love to come but I can’t get my wheelchair up the stairs.”

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PS: Check out the post on Elizabeth McClung’s blog that I mention in the column.

So yes, I love pink. But every day I am confronted with a new reason to question my devotion. Who knew that a love affair with a colour could be so complicated?
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[NB: I did not make up the title, OK?]

The night I arrived in New York, my dad and his sisters had gone through a bottle and a half of wine and still hadn’t thought of anything to say about Grandma at her 90th birthday party the next day. My aunts had elected Dad to give the speech and they had agreed to help write it. “But to be honest,” one of them said, “I can’t think of anything very complimentary.” More…

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Themselves-Now Family Member Home for the Holidays (and Make Them Wonder Why They Ever Left)! Read it on the Xtra site…