That awkward moment when you notice some dude who grew up in your neighborhood flashing a White Power hand signal at a Nazi rally. The dude in the blue Kansas City Royals World Series T-shirt and the tough guy tattoo kit from the back of the Spider-Man comic. The dude with whom you share 13 ...

It recently occurred to me that nursing home patients rarely drink alcohol or use recreational drugs, which I found perplexing. People who have nothing to do most of the time; unemployed people, people in rock bands, actors, college students, bar managers, the homeless, all seem to drink quite heavily. While there are many people such ...

Bicycles. The answer is bicycles. If you haven’t noticed, the homeless problem in Los Angeles is completely out of control. Aside from a massive enclave of people who can’t even get seated at The Cheesecake Factory (a low bar) located on Skid Row, every single side ramp and underpass is littered with tent cities. It’s ...

I consider myself to be a good person, not that I’m perfect, but I try to treat other people with respect and not steal or cheat or involve myself in drive by shootings or ritual stabbings or terror plots or bigoted politics or Raiders fandom. Maybe I’m not even a good person, I’m just not ...

Model and activist Rain Dove has been in the news frequently in recent months. Apart from dating Rose McGowan, she has made headlines for leaking Rose’s texts with disgraced #MeToo activist Asia Argento to the press, and for being maced in a public restroom by a woman who thought she was a man, among other ...

When I first read that genderqueer activist Rain Dove was pepper sprayed by an anti-trans bigot for looking like a man in a public women’s restroom my first reaction was, no she wasn’t. Didn’t happen. Rain Dove, I believe, made up a story, actually faked a hate crime, and succeeded in having her name placed ...

I remember when Watergate went down, I was a young boy of 13, unfamiliar with the ways of the world. I watched as a nation went through the stages of denial, grief, and acceptance. Actually I was born in 1982, but that’s how I imagine it. I suppose I could talk to some baby boomer ...