HOW TO BE LOST: SEX (RACE, CLASS, AND GENDER) IN THE CITY OF LIGHT: My March Column at Bookslut

After graduating from college, I headed to Paris to study contemporary French philosophy -- Lacan, Derrida, Foucault, Deleuze -- and semiotics with Julia Kristeva. I spent most evenings contemplating the meaning of life while drinking Scotch in a gay bar in the Marais. I lived in a series of chambres de bonne with a Turkish …

Happy Valentine’s Day (2014) from me via Emily Dickinson! (e.e. cummings) ^Worf^ & ^Councellor Troy^

Wild nights - Wild nights! (269) by Emily Dickinson Wild nights - Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the winds - To a Heart in port - Done with the Compass - Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah - the Sea! Might I but …

“In Inisfail the fair there lies a land…” A Pulpy Pelurious Parody from Ulysses

"In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown. A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gunnard, the plaice, …

WOMEN OF THE FIFTIES REDUX: A MAD MEN ANTIDOTE My February Column at Bookslut

"One of the great up-sides of being the first of a kind," journalist Rachel Cooke writes in her chatty, informative, and inspirational book Her Brilliant Career: Ten Extraordinary Women of the Fifties, "was that guilt, at least as it pertained to working women, had not yet been invented. You looked at magazines for recipes and …

A HEALTHY DISTRUST OF REALITY: THE REVOLUTIONARY MARGARET RANDALL My January Column at Bookslut

Margaret Randall is a writer, poet, photographer, feminist, and political activist. She lived much of her early adult life in Mexico, Cuba, and Nicaragua and has written over eighty books including collections of poetry, oral histories, memoirs, essays, translations, and photography books. Born into a white, middle-class, assimilated Jewish family in 1936, she grew up …

This is how I feel….

ON A BAD DAY: Henry James portrait after a woman attacked the painting with a meat cleaver And this is how I feel on A GOOD DAY: London women's pub outing, Clapham, 1956