Every year, about this time, I start getting phone calls from my parents. And every year they ask the question. And every year my answer is the same. And I don't even believe in hell. Sometimes the amount of brilliant shit that comes pouring out of the web astounds me.
Lance comes out .
Jeffrey tells it like it is. And my own little sister gives me props . Unfortunately, this is not reflected in the People's Voice section because of complicated database issues. May. May is the month of my birthday, the month San Francisco sheds its fog and starts acting like summer. Heather and I finally unpack.