Let’s rev up the new year with ruminations on how the War on Women inextricably links with and directly impacts the War on Queers. First, here’s a folkloric outline of an eggy female interior process for the squeamish. Years ago, I attended a locally (in)famous Halloween party in East Atlanta, resplendent in my vintage vampire regalia. At a groaningly capacious table, I conversed with a cute young man, entubed all in white with a braided string attached. My […]
