I was casually shooting arrows into the target on a hill deep in the woods of my backyard in VT, where trees install satellite dishes to listen to the stars. Suddenly, I heard the rustling of the leaves, slower than that stirred up by squirrels or chipmunks. I turned into a tree and after a […]Read More Nan-Chuck the Woodchuck
At the end of the day, all I want is to have the freedom, the choice, to take my shirt off when it’s hot, and I’m sweating; and for my body to not be sexualized. Is that too much to ask?Read More Captain Tits Out: everything you wanted to know but were afraid to ask
“…the mystery of dropping the stays’l down and the fact that scandalizing mainsail has nothing to do with trying to publicly embarrass it.”Read More A THOUSAND MILES IN EIGHT DAYS: A PLAY AT SEA IN THREE ACTS. ACT THREE.