Powered by Max Banner Ads Gold Stars by Mette Bach I have a bone to pick and it’s really old. I’m talking several years old, which in “gay time” is prehistoric. Back when I was just coming out, I went on a date with a woman who bragged about being a Gold Star Lesbian. Being green, I asked what she meant. She told me she’d never been with a man before, only women. Being insecure,... 

Meredith, you’ve got style by Mette Bach Maybe it’s because I watched all of her made-for-TV movies. Maybe it’s because the theme song to Family Ties still gets stuck in my head now and then. Maybe it’s because, growing up in suburbia in the 1980s, television played a formidable role in raising me, teaching me what was right and wrong and what was normal.  Nothing said “normal” quite like... 

But are they really part of us? by Mette Bach Everyone gossips. Ask anyone in junior high or anyone who regularly shows up at any house of worship. Ask anyone who lives in a senior center or a co-op. Gossip is part of what we do. It’s “natural.” But that doesn’t mean it isn’t awful and destructive. There’s a couple I’ve heard about for years. A man and a woman who live together in... 

Go Team Canada by Mette Bach I hate sports. It dates back to childhood trauma and the emotional baggage of being the last one chosen for every single team sport ever played in P.E. class or after school. Don’t even get me started on how I got my first period during the last inning of baseball in fifth grade. So, naturally, I’ve been a grouch ever since I found out my home was going to be hosting... 

blue food bonanza by Mette Bach At the risk of sounding like that guy who takes great pleasure in telling everyone that he listened to R.E.M. before they were popular: I’ve been on a tight budget since long before this economic crash. I understand shoestring living. And because my friends are artists, I belong to a whole community of folks who are willing to walk three extra blocks to save seventy-five... 

from queer to eternity may 2010 freedom of speech? by Mette Bach I can be opinionated. Heck, even abrasive. And I consider that my right since we live in a democracy and, theoretically speaking, everyone has a right to their opinion. I know I offend some people and, because of that, I expect to be called on what I say. I try to be careful but sometimes I get carried away, swept into the seductive notion...