Also: BOOBS.

Last weekend, Y Chromosome and I went to Maryland to see my sister and brother-in-law. We checked out their awesome new digs in their pretty new town, played with their lovely-but-99.44-percent-pure-insanity cat, and struck some incredibly embarrassing poses in their Wii Fit (”I call this one the geriatric flamingo with arthritis and a bladder problem”).
If [...]

We will never speak of this again

My parents divorced when I was four, and since I’m accustomed to seeing them as two separate entities rather than a pair, I also tend to think of myself as pieces of the two of them—haphazardly stapled together. Maybe sewn together, with awkward stitches that leave visible seams. In fact, I don’t think their genes [...]

Hometown snory

A couple of week ago, I took a vacation to my home state of Connecticut and took Y Chromosome with me. It was one of a handful of journeys in his life to the strange and foreign lands above the Mason-Dixon line, and his first venture involving the state in which the CT wasn’t just [...]