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
