Category: amor/armor
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Once, if I remember well, I had to end an intensely demanding relationship with someone much younger whose native language was not English. We had been playing at breakup for… more ›
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Better red than dead. We’ve been watching the film version of Angels in America slowly over the past few weeks after recording it off Logo. It’s so dense, tightly woven,… more ›
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Saturday evening was “opening time down on Fascination Street.” Stephen and I went out to the Halloween street party on Cedar Springs for the first time in several years. Overall,… more ›
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Since I had no free time over the past several days to listen to any of my old two-tracks stored away in the closet of the office, I decided to… more ›
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My twentieth “anniversary” is approaching. Twenty fuggin’ years! (No pun intended.) What the fuck?!?! Driving in Arlington, down E. Abram Street, past Meadowbrook Park where horniness and wine coolers blossomed… more ›
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… you learn degree by degree.” Love is artifice, a construction. It is μίμησις; ποιέσις. It is, what Heidegger calls in “Die Frage nach der Technik” the “irruption of the… more ›
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It was the summer of ’89, while working at the General Cinema in south Arlington, that I discovered Tanita Tikaram. Because of my weekly pay, I was visiting music shops… more ›
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Dear Homophobic, Right-Wing Assholes: Your marriage was already a mockery. Don’t blame me. Love,Frank more ›
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Walking the halls of my large, very international, urban university, I often find myself face to face with what I once considered human-sized jawas: Muslim women wearing hijab. In fact,… more ›