Dear David, September 24, 2020

David DeAngelo Pittsburgh

Dear David, The world has changed since I last wrote to you. Who would have thought? Sigh. We’ve been to Antney’s at least once since then, maybe twice. We’ve learned to go right at 5 PM when they open and there’s no line. I’ve been sticking to pretty basic flavors for some reason although I […]

Write Something Gay, They Said

I dislike when anyone tells me what to write about or what not to write about on my blog. “Sue,” they say with concern. “Your posts are a little intense/personal/uncomfortable-to-read.” They tell me they miss my political content and toss out potential topics to inspire me, much like people toss snacks at zoo animals to […]

We Seized Day 184: a saga of Stefano DiMera and Spencer Cassadine

It had been a typical Wednesday. Laura was working at the kitchen table while I focused on the Pittsburgh MasQUe ProjecT from the sofa. I went upstairs to prepare for my tele-health therapy session. Afterwards, I took a nap. Foster kittens Stefano DiMera and Spencer Cassadine were in the bedroom with me. Stefano slept near […]

Five Ways We Practice Self-Care During This Pandemic

Or Day 173 Took Me To The Cleaners. You know it has been a beast of a year with very few bright spots. Our family still chooses to isolate as much as possible to minimize the impact of exposures we can’t avoid, like Laura’s work duties. Something has to give. We won’t go to a […]

Day 181 is in the bag

We drove up to Mercer County to visit Ledcat’s mom. She made a Sunday supper that we ate in the driveway on opposite ends of an eight foot table. It was delicious. And very much needed by all of us. I spent an hour repairing her electronics so she could Zoom with grandkids and read […]

On The Sixth Month Mark, We Relax

Day 180. Or so. Doesn’t really matter when it falls because the horror of six months in a pandemic is self-evident. On the one hand, we’ve survived and found glimmers of beauty, purpose, and even joy. On the other hand, it’s just been so awful within this six months – I was engulfed by a […]

Is it really Day 178?

At some point, I screwed up counting the days so I have no clue if its Day 178 or not. At some point, does it matter? We’ve been held captive by a virus and federal incompetency for a fucking long time. My days are defined by therapy on Monday, housekeeper Shanon on Tuesdays so I […]

Day 177: Not Much To Say, I Guess

There’s certainly a lot going on, things to discuss and unpack. But I’m struggling to condense information into any semblance of a blog post. We took the evening off from the news to go pick up a leather elephant for our youngest nibling. Then we curled up in bed while foster cat Spencer had his […]

On Day 170, I am missing Eat n’ Park

Eat'nPark

Today marks 170 days of quarantining here in Pittsburgh. At first, I didn’t track this particular statistic, it would only be sad to watch the number climb. That was in March. By the time August rolled around, I wanted to be conscious of that number so I started posting to my Instagram daily, a photo […]

Day 135 of the Quarantine

Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

There’s nothing particularly notable about 135 days or about 4.3 months. Four months made up a semester, give or take. It is longer than a season by one month. It is almost half a human pregnancy. The typical duration of Kennywood being open. It is the length of time it took for 4.59+ million Americans […]