Nippies. Patch of Freedom, they call them. Patch of Fire, I say. Nippies are colorful, patterned or sparkly fabric pasties backed with some kind of “safe, hypoallergenic medical adhesive,” essentially. They’re meant to be worn beneath sheer or low cut tops, to prevent bra-lines, and to keep that “comfortable naked feeling” when you must be [...]
My name is Michael Anthony, I am an Iraq war veteran and having spent six years in the Army, at the age of twenty-three, I have spent more than a quarter of my life in service to this country. I have four older brothers and an older sister, all of whom have been in the [...]
First of all, let’s talk about “The Lezzies”. I mean really, who in their right mind decides to call their awards “The Lezzies”? No wait… probably not the best way to win fans and influence people on that particular website by knocking the award themselves now is it? To be clear, I am not diminishing the “The Lezzies” themselves, just the image that jumps to mind when I hear the name. Let me explain.
That particular moniker was definitely an elementary school term for me. I can remember all of us little kids using it without much knowledge of what it meant. Then, at age seven or eight I figured out what the term meant and that I might be one of them as I was kissing girls every chance I got. Then I had a bit of a freak out as to me it was a bit like learning you had cooties. That was the way lezzy was used in my neck of the woods. It was cooties for girls.
A big countrified pick-up truck with floodlights across the roll bar came up from behind with it’s bright lights flashing on and off at me, honking their horn as well. I hadn’t heard the horn because of my music but when I saw all the commotion I turned sown the music and heard the sounds. I wasn’t sure what was up and panic had not set in yet. One of the three was standing in the back of the pick-up and motioned for me to roll down my window. Looking back, this is the part that gets me the most about my actions. Matthew Sheppard had been killed only 3 weeks earlier but my God, this was Austin, Texas where I had felt safe my whole adult life since I turned 18. I came out here for Christ’s sake. So…. I rolled down my window and they sped up to my window and tried to spit into it as one they yelled, “We’re going to kill you dyke” and I knew the I was in trouble.
A message from Ms. Haviland Stillwell Two pieces of news: The first – I’m returning to Upright Cabaret IN CONCERT on Thursday, February 25th at 9pm, at their new location, The VERMONT! It’ll be my very fun and eclectic set, including new songs and fabulous musicians! For more info and to purchase tickets, Click HERE. And [...]
