What am I missing? by Founder Jennifer

I don’t watch much TV.  For most of my adult life, I’ve lived beyond the reach of cable or broadcast, in the sticks of Vermont, in a time when your only option if you had to watch Beverly Hills 90210 was a satellite dish that could easily hold a Volkswagen bug.  Also… I didn’t care.  I was contentedly clueless about whatever sitcom or sexy drama everyone was talking about.  Now,…

Saturday, September 1, 2007
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Wherefore art thou Pookie Bear? by Deb Jennifer

My first real date with a boy was complicated – as all such dates are bound to be when you are a fourteen-year-old lesbian.  The first date itself wasn’t even that memorable (although my mother certainly made a big deal of it), but it set off a sequence of events that was extremely memorable.  I was a freshman.  My friend “Suzy” had a boyfriend, a senior, whose real name I…

Wednesday, February 7, 2007
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Rebel with a coffee mug by Deb Jennifer

Okay, the truth is, I am a pretty dull person.  I don’t get into barroom brawls, have a secret heroin addiction, cross-dress, carry a concealed weapon, or plan to overthrow the government in my spare time. Still, I haven’t lived my life in a cookie-cutter kind of way, and have always hovered proudly outside the boundaries of authority and tradition.  I suppose being a lesbian puts me there automatically, but…

Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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Don’t Fear the Reaper by Deb Jennifer

It’s 1985.  My grandmother buys me a white Camaro with red interior.   The car is hot.  It has a red front vanity plate with my name in curly white script.  I smoke Carlton cigarettes and each pack comes with a plastic rose attached to a loop of elastic.  These hang from my review mirror.  I’m going way too fast through suburban streets, rocking out to Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd and…

Wednesday, October 4, 2006
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