LA Traffic Makes Me Violent
Afterabout fifteen minutes on a Los Angeles freeway, I'm about ready to pound a paperweight into the side of my skull. I grew up in this stinking city, for the love of Imelda Marcos. Every time I come back, I expect to be awash in nostalgia, reflecting on the renewed promise of the City of ... Read more
All right, wusses. Nothing sissified today. Behold! Today is a celebration of all things
An anonymous “Super Gay” commentator on yesterday’s entry insists you have to be “Mega Gay” to watch the movie