They Sing in Ancient Green, The Rainbow Reader Part IV

They Sing in Ancient Green, The Rainbow Reader Part IV

Over the next month we’re excerpting Tessa Laird’s social history of the spectrum A Rainbow Reader. Last week in Part III she wrote of yellow, the color of Van Gogh and desert raves.

IS GREEN THE color of love, or just the color of my love?

Green is the color of the heart chakra, Anahatha, which is Sanskrit for unstruck, like a gong or drum which sounds without force, resonating with its own,…

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A NUANCED REDUCTION OF HUMAN MISERY

A NUANCED REDUCTION OF HUMAN MISERY

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THERE IS A row of large rusted yellow dumpsters. People in blue coveralls scale the sides and dive in. They root around and toss their findings out to others standing on the asphalt. There are cries of triumph and delight emanating from within the metal bowels. A man with a megaphone shouts encouragement: “Very good, Maureen. That’s Chicken Tikka. Hot bar stuff.” Nearby, a converted school…

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Gabriel Wins

I SAT ON the toilet, thinking about how Mrs. Gloria Stroller, widower and president of the Wisner Stroller Arts Foundation, loved my story collection Trees. She thought it “original.” And “courageous.” She’d told me less than an hour earlier, greeting me in her tri-shaded inlaid marble hallway (oyster, mauve, and coral), next to an entryway table adorned with silver-framed photographs of major…

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Rock On - A Life (So Far) In Music

Rock On – A Life (So Far) In Music

When I was 14, I became a musician to get two things: revenge and girls. I did not seek to shape swirling emotions, or to express levels of experience so deep that mere language cannot access them. No. In time, I would stumble on aspects of music that make it what philosopher Immanuel Kant called “the quickening art,” i.e. the art by which a listener connects to the soul, but in the beginning,…

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Sunday Light and Word - Civic Edge

Sunday Light and Word – Civic Edge

 

 

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We rode the bus into the city. I hated the bus. For years, the bus the bus the bus, my mom told me. The bus was a lima bean. And there we were, stewing with it. And suddenly all of it was gone, the dreariness replaced by a spark that might last two more decades until the bus descended into marriages and children and alcoholism and defeated the one chance it had to erase the…

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Hey Slut: The Pressure to Come

Hey Slut: The Pressure to Come

Hey Slut,

I’M ALMOST 18 and have yet to have an orgasm. I find it nearly impossible to arouse myself on purpose, with touch or otherwise, so when I do find myself aroused I try to take advantage of it and masturbate. However, it rarely escalates, and in fact quickly decreases regardless of what I do. I have used lube and vibrators but they don’t do anything for me at all, it just feels odd. Do…

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Bated Breath

 

WHAT THE INTERNET said wouldn’t happen, happened.  My mother started dying, not slowly from complications like pneumonia or a broken hip but quickly from the Parkinson’s she’d been suffering from since the Clinton Administration.

She was barely alive by the time my wife and I made it from New York back to the house where I grew up in Virginia.  Doped up on morphine and Ativan, she lay…

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Canary-Colored Runway into the Sun, The Rainbow Reader Part III

Canary-Colored Runway into the Sun, The Rainbow Reader Part III

Over the next month we’re excerpting Tessa Laird’s social history of the spectrum A Rainbow Reader. Last week in Part II we tackled war and peace, drugs and protest in the color Orange.

IT ALL STARTED with Yellow.

It was the late 90s, and we were driving back from an outdoor party. This one wasn’t held in the Mojave Desert, as was typical for the Southern California rave scene but in some…

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What is Your Inner Classic Rock Persona?

What is Your Inner Classic Rock Persona?

WE ALL HAVE a little taste of classic deep down (way, way down) inside. Not always dying to get out, and maybe buried under six feet of culture and refinement, but it’s there. Lurking. The dirty deeds. The sweat leaf. The brown sugar. Helter with a dash of skelter. Baba if not O’Reilly.

And so as I wasted another afternoon clicking though baby pandas and trailer brawls and skateboarders eating…

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Introducing a New Line of “Battle for Reproductive Freedom” Barbie Dolls

Introducing a New Line of “Battle for Reproductive Freedom” Barbie Dolls

 

IN THE SPIRIT of the “Wendy Davis Abortion Barbie,” we present a full line of Barbie and Ken dolls for all your kids to play with: The War on Women: The Battle for Reproductive Freedom. Please note that all Barbie dolls have vaginas and Ken dolls have small penises.

Unwanted Pregnancy Skipper

Unwanted Pregnancy Skipper is Barbie’s perky, Girl-Next-Door teenage sister. Skipper is able to hold…

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