BCE. Best Christmas Ever.
It started with Matias coming over with a huge pork loin with peaches and cinnamon and tasty fatty bits (he even brought a baster - which I still have), basmati rice and yummy potato salad made by the world famous Carmen Burns’ mom. We ate, we drank, we watched some TV and drank some more.
A note on Christmas in Brazil: It happens on Christmas Eve and it happens fucking late. The shit usually doesn’t end until 1 or 2am with family and gifts and food. Matias had …

Ok, I’m going to calm down now. Andrew Sullivan (although is addressing depression, not anger, we all know they’re cousins) is always making me feel a little bit better about the world.

I beg my gay brothers and sisters: do not let them drive you back to the “psychosis and depression” of the closet. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Know that your love is real; cherish it; hold your spouses closer; build your families; take care of your kids; live your dream.
What the Christianists want is …

So, this week I received an email from my dad’s brother (the significance of that is here, here and here) who I haven’t seen in 25 years. I called him about ten or eleven years ago but I might have been drunk. Those early twenties were a bit jangly. But he found me through the blog and wrote and I wrote back and we’ll see how it plays. It’s hella weird. I spent a day or so with a sick fucking knot in my gut alternating between a profound sense …