It’s a cold and windy San Francisco night.  I have a scarf around my neck and mittens on my hands. I’m biking down Market Street.  The wind is freezing.  It’s late June.   Welcome to the San Francisco Summer. I am racing to go see this new band that I caught at a queer open mic [...]

Sometimes I wonder whether blogging about one’s life is about as harmful as sniffing illegal drugs.  My day started off great.  It was a Saturday.  I lounged around in bed, occasionally checking online for the responses to my Craig’s List ad.  I posted it at 2:30 in the morning after stumbling home from closing the [...]

When people talk about the times in their lives when they were lost, their confessions generally run the lines of, I fell in with the wrong crowd.  I was manipulated by peer pressure.  I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I was not strong enough to rise against it.  During this period, some young [...]

A friend from college recently called to bitch about her job.  She complained it took too much of her time.  She complained she wasn’t getting the recognition she deserved.  She harped on the constant waiting around, the assignments who flaked without cancelling, and the indignities of strutting your stuff in the job market and not getting any offers.  Yup, [...]

I suppose it’s time I wrote about Mr. Ferrari.  Mr. Ferrari is the Tgirl Admirer/Chaser/Lover who would be universally hated by all the rest.  He is the one who ruins the game for every other chaser.  When Mr. Ferrari calls, my heart skips a beat.  For Mr. Ferrari is the epitome of straight male success:  [...]

I have a confession.  There’s someone I like a lot these days.   I think he may be interested, too.  We may never find out, however, as my infatuation has bordered on half a year and I have yet to say a word to him.  But, oh, the glances we give each other.  Our mutually timed [...]

Mr. Water Bottle was one of my first dates off CL’s Casual Encounters section.  He is Mr. Water Bottle because he always brought a mini bottled water to our dates.  He would politely decline all my offers of alcohol, soda, marijuana.  He would, however, always accept my shecock into his mouth.  He’d just say, No, thank you [...]

When I think about my life as Cassandra, I can honestly say this is something I’ve stumbled upon by chance.  I’m not a woman trapped inside a man’s body.  I have no need to be a woman just to have sex.  But OMG!!!  Dressing up and having sex with men whom I would have never imagined to secretly love [...]