There was a House, MD episode in which a couple thought their son might also have a uterus. Even though they were seeking House’s help for this child, they immediately began to dang near tell House what to do. “We think he has a blind uterus; he should have an MRI,” they said. House asked … More Who needs med school when you’ve got wi-fi?
My partner and I both have disabilities, officially certified by the State of Texas. I’m partially deaf and my partner is legally blind. Other than that, we’re “normal” people, who lead “normal” lives. We are gainfully self-employed, we hold state healthcare licenses, and we get ourselves to work and back each day. We keep a … More Culture of disability
As in, Kitty is out of the bag. I ‘fessed up to the kreteks last night. It began as a stubborn seed that begrudgingly germinated in my mind, starting with the freedom I felt during times when I was alone. The freedom didn’t come from being alone without my partner; it came from the fact … More Cat’s outta the bag
I now know where the phrase “the bitter end” comes from. Ends usually are bitter. Sometimes, they come in the form of a phone call. Yes, you know the type – where your close friend’s next-of-kin calls you to tell you that said close friend passed away an hour and a half ago, while … More The bitter end and the bitter beginning
Disclaimer: I’m no longer a massage therapist. I do keep my license current and I’m perfectly happy working on family and very-close friends, but otherwise, the world of massage therapy is fading into my past. Nonetheless, I’m cleaning out some old blog ideas, if you will, and I write the following post anyway, in case … More To all the pervs I’ve massaged before…
For my fellow Wiccans/Pagans, today is a major holiday, known as Beltane, where springtime, warmth, growth, life, and fertility are celebrated. This probably conjures up visual images of dancing naked around bonfires in forests with flowers in your hair; that probably did happen and hell, it probably still happens in various little villages and communes…not … More As the Maypole spins