Posts Tagged: biography

My Trust Issues With Men, Part II: Un-Gentlemanly Callers

One of the first thing a hotline volunteer learns on the job is that many of the calls that come in are made by the same group of people. We call them regulars. They may call once a week, once a day or even once an hour. Many of these regulars really do need help. Some are paranoid schizophrenics. Some are chronically lonely. I truly believed that being on the other end of that phone line for them was worthwhile.

But then there’s another sort of regular. We called them the masturbators.

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My Trust Issues With Men, Part II: Un-Gentlemanly Callers

One of the first thing a hotline volunteer learns on the job is that many of the calls that come in are made by the same group of people. We call them regulars. They may call once a week, once a day or even once an hour. Many of these regulars really do need help. Some are paranoid schizophrenics. Some are chronically lonely. I truly believed that being on the other end of that phone line for them was worthwhile.

But then there’s another sort of regular. We called them the masturbators.

My Trust Issues with Men, Part I: Male GyNO

I don’t know that I’ll ever completely trust a male doctor with that again. I just don’t think a lot of them get it.

My Trust Issues with Men, Part I: Male GyNO

I don’t know that I’ll ever completely trust a male doctor with that again. I just don’t think a lot of them get it.

Harassed for the Junk in her Trunk

I swear I started this blog because I wanted to write about my own baggage, but the junk in someone else’s trunk has distracted me. Literally.

Harassed for the Junk in her Trunk

I swear I started this blog because I wanted to write about my own baggage, but the junk in someone else’s trunk has distracted me. Literally.

Life: 30something to Today

I love Evangeline. Love her heart and body and soul.

Life: 30something to Today

I love Evangeline. Love her heart and body and soul.

Life: The Not-So-Gay 20s

When he finally leaves, I take a shower and get ready for work. I tell only one person, an ex-boyfriend who had claimed to be a feminist. He says I was stupid to let it happen. And I feel stupid, but tell myself that what has happened won’t change me. I swear it won’t …

Life: The Not-So-Gay 20s

When he finally leaves, I take a shower and get ready for work. I tell only one person, an ex-boyfriend who had claimed to be a feminist. He says I was stupid to let it happen. And I feel stupid, but tell myself that what has happened won’t change me. I swear it won’t …

Life: the Teen Years

My grandfather is dying there of lung cancer, except no one will tell him he has lung cancer. He’s kept doped up on morphine. On our last day there, I play him a song on the violin and he calls me over for a hug.

“My darling, you came here a girl, and now you leave here a woman,” he said, and I blush awkwardly. “Now, we have to get you on the pill.”

Life: the Teen Years

My grandfather is dying there of lung cancer, except no one will tell him he has lung cancer. He’s kept doped up on morphine. On our last day there, I play him a song on the violin and he calls me over for a hug.

“My darling, you came here a girl, and now you leave here a woman,” he said, and I blush awkwardly. “Now, we have to get you on the pill.”

Life through age 10

My parents take me aside. They sit me down and tell me quite seriously that when I grow up, I can be absolutely anything I want to be. I think about it a minute and proclaim, “I want to be a daddy!”

“Except that,” they say.

Life through age 10

My parents take me aside. They sit me down and tell me quite seriously that when I grow up, I can be absolutely anything I want to be. I think about it a minute and proclaim, “I want to be a daddy!”

“Except that,” they say.