2019 April 1 Journal
2019 April 1 Okay, Lyft is sucking badly right now. I drove so long I actually got booted out of the app last night, and what’s crazy is I never really had to fight drowsiness. I think that I get… Continue Reading
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One Sultry September Sunday –
When we sit down day after day and keep grinding, …something mysterious starts to happen. A process is set into motion by which, inevitably and infallibly, heaven comes to our aid… Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our… Continue Reading
Why I don’t wear costumes at Burning Man
I’m the Crossdressing Mormon Anarchist. I’m that guy who will show up to your party, a business meeting, or a first date wearing pantyhose, heels, tailored shorts and a blazer. When people find out that I’m a Burner, they almost always… Continue Reading
6. No fear, no guile, no regrets
He stands tall, humbly yet powerfully on the plot of ground that tried to take everything from him. He stands in gratitude, for though he lost his old life, he was given a chance to create a new one.
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5. Rifles, Roller skates, and Recovery
My Dad’s injuries were so severe, the doctors kept setting very low expectations.
He kept making it.
He was in a coma for a few months. When he emerged, he was essentially completely paralyzed. He emerged into the vegetable state Continue Reading
4. One way or the other, Moms know things
“I know. Someone already told me. They asked me not to tell you who it was.”
There is a very short list of people who this could be, and within seconds, I’ve narrowed it down with 99% confidence. I’m pretty certain it’s my Aunt Maureen – she means well. If only I could have had some knowledge that my Mom already knew. This would have saved me from all of that stress. I’m both frustrated and relieved.
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3. breaking the news to Mom
I’ve done a lot of nerve-racking things in my life –
Stand up comedy,
Going out in public in pantyhose and high heels,
Riding my bike naked through the streets of Portland, Continue Reading
2.1 Duane Rides
Today is Father’s Day. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than tell you for a moment about the the bad-assery of the OG Duane. Some of you may know that Duane is not my last name, it’s my middle name, my father’s first name. I go by “Paul Duane” for a couple of reasons, one of which, is to pay tribute to my Dad with my work. Continue Reading
2. black holes and hatred
I grew up with a disabled father. I’ll explain more about how it in an upcoming chapter – for now, it’s enough to say that I didn’t have a “normal” Dad growing up.
My Dad’s condition created it’s own gravity in our family. His disability limited the kinds of jobs he could take, necessitating my mother working, and placing us in that “we have the essentials but nothing more, and barely” socioeconomic status. My Dad’s situation often put me in the position of… Continue Reading
1. the muse, the rum, and the motorcycle
Brothers, sisters, and everyone in between-
I have a tale to tell, and I’ve committed myself to the sharing of it.
Of all the story worthy adventures I’ve had, this is by far the most important one, because it’s about the core of who I am and the humans that raised me, and where I’m going.
This story is about the essence of my family culture — but don’t worry. I know you really don’t care about an exhaustive family history, so I’m going to keep that shit very brief — barely enough to set the stage. Continue Reading