Being arrested can be frightening, but what are your rights when the cops come to your door.
If you’re reading this, I have some news for you. You haven’t been Raptured. I know. I’m as surprised as you are. I was all set to ditch my pudgy corporeal form and get whisked up to heaven in an incorruptible, and presumably toned, body, to spend the rest of eternity chugging mimosas and learning to play rock songs on the harp. Alas, we were not the chosen ones, and now we’re stuck here to face the storms, earthquakes, hurricanes, and whatever other geologic activity and weather patterns that once represented natural phenomena but are now gleaming signposts of the approaching apocalypse.
Losing someone close to you can be devastating, but complications come when legal issues arrise
Fans of innovative theater will thoroughly enjoy NYC’s most recent transplant At The Hand of My Mother currently playing at Powerplant Productions in Old City. At The Hand of My Mother tells the story of a deaf Oralist community in Ireland at two moments in its history.
So what’s love got to do with it, Tina? To quote Ms. Turner, ”It’s physical, only logical, you must try to ignore, that it means more than that.”
I’m not a huge beach guy. I mean, it’s really pretty to look at. But even when I go with the most seasoned beach lovers, I still get impatient, sweaty, coated in sand and just generally irritable. A walk down to the ocean really just involves jellyfish, seaweed and shells ripping up my feet. Sorry. I can deal, I just don’t love it.
Debra answers legal questions this week about a gay couple adopting their first child and advises a visitor about how to deal with Philly parking lots
The summer is coming very soon, and we all want to be in the best shape possible to flaunt our sexy bodies at beach. We can’t deny that we find attractive a nice, round, juicy butt, and regardless of your sexual position, you can have a BIG BOTTOM too.
If you want something done right, send a lesbian, gay man drag queen to do the job. I review the weekly Dollhouse Review with Mimi Imfurst
One of your recent polls asked: ‘Which causes you the most anxiety around sex?’ and I was surprised by my own answer: ‘the psychology.’ I have always really enjoyed sex, and sex with my current boyfriend has been the best I’ve had to this point. However, we’ve been together for about a year and a half and I it is gradually getting harder to focus on the act and keep my mind from wandering. I start thinking about what I’m thinking about… I’ll be approaching orgasm thinking ‘Is it sick for me to picture having sex with someone else right now? What does that mean about our relationship?’ What do you recommend for the overly analytic fornicator?”