Yeah, I Read Judy Blume. My Mother

At First I Was Glad For The Help. My Freshmen English Class, "mythology And Archetypal Experience," Confounded Me. I Didn't Understand Why We Couldn't Just Read Books Without Forcing Contorted Interpretations On Then

It's Imprecise And Insufficient, Defining The Homosexual As A Person Whose Gender Expression Is At Odds With His Or Her Sex.

Grief Takes Many Forms, Including The Absence Of Grief

I Grew To Resent The Way My Father Treated His Furniture Like Children, And His Children Like Furniture.

I Started To Get Bored With That Stuff About Only Drawing Men And I've Taken It Out Of The Slideshow.