He wondered if she would dream about a man who never left her, about some unemployed agoraphobic Indian warrior who liked to wash dishes.

He hated to leave, but he loved his work. He was a man, and men needed to work. More sexism! More masculine tunnel vision! More need for gender-sensitivity wor…

I don't want long hair, I don't want short hair, I don't want hair at all, and I don't want to be a girl or a boy, I want to be a yellow-orange leaf some littl…

Randy Peone: It's a good day to be indigenous!

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

But you tell me that you loved her, though she was an adulteress. Isn't she the same person tonight? Has she changed between yesterday and today? Or is it only…