Yep, I’m Gay

Let’s talk about AIDS, baby

I missed out on my first kiss because of AIDS.

Editor’s Note

A new development

Lisa Dettlinger lives in a Victorian-style shotgun house on Lexington Road, the last in a row of similarly sized bungalows that line the north side of the stretch of road connecting Baxter Av

Keeping Up with the Jones

On race, class and the school system

ATLANTA—I did an NPR interview debating Ward Connerly on diversity and civil rights a few years ago. It was interesting.

Raised Relief

My bleeding AbioCor

When Michael Jackson died, about 5 percent of me believed he would come back.

Fables of the Deconstruction


Last time, when our theme was “Wish You Were Here,” I knew the phrase would make you think of that song by Pink Floyd.

Summary of My Discontent

Sixty-seven ways to feel alive

Hold an ice cube on your belly until it melts. Learn to identify 20 trees by looking at their leaves.

Yep, I’m Gay

Hypocrisy! (The Musical)

There is nothing I love more than a tragic love story: tales of star-crossed lovers, fairy-tale narratives of couples road-tripping it, trying to escape parents and mental hospitals — t

Editor’s Note

Justice and the menace

Every time former President George W. Bush talked about bringing justice to a particular set of bad people, I died a little inside.



I’m not sure if I ever attended a slumber party where somebody didn’t play at least one 45 of Michael Jackson songs.

Raised Relief

On dependence

“… all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustome