
Author: haddayr
Writer, parent, cripple, queer; worker, dancer. City dweller. Bicyclist. I love whiskey, tea, and cussing.


Ripit, ripit, ribbit, ribbit

Cresting the Gusset, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Process

Good looks are sometimes deceiving

When life gives you insomnia . . .

Going forth, inadvisedly
