Posted on April 26, 2016
I’ve tried to write this piece a handful of times. It’s the post that comes after “Why I Say ‘I’m Gay.'” The one that tells you what I mean when I say ‘I’m gay.’ There’s a lot of detail between “we’re here, we’re queer” and “love is love” that often gets glossed. Baby steps. Read More
Posted on January 30, 2016
Today, I’ve lived exactly ten years without my father. Not that I was by his side every living moment preceding this last decade—rather it is ten years since there was such a place as beside him. Ten years since I carried the knowledge that somewhere he is working, thinking, sleeping, that somewhere his heart is beating. This is January thirtieth—the day he died. Read More
Posted on January 11, 2016
Several years ago I drew a silly cartoon about my friends. I’m now older and wiser, so I did it again. I thought I’d share it here to prove I’m not always serious and sappy and can be fun even. I won’t try to explain Read More
Posted on August 14, 2015
I wanted to tell you what I mean by “gay.” But that fell apart. I kept getting stuck on words. They’re complicated. We need words to have voices, but sometimes they prevent us from being heard. I keep coming back to how a symbol’s meaning depends on its context: to how that symbol will hook to a patterned scheme of neurons in your brain constructed based on unique experiences, entailing that the thought triggered is necessarily different from mine or anyone else’s…
Dalton, slow down. Gosh. Let’s try something else. Read More
Posted on August 1, 2015
Hi everyone, I’m Dalton.
If you’re interested, I would love to tell you what I think.
If you’ve met me in the flesh, you likely know that I am sort of a loudmouth: a bit of an opinion machine. Ipso facto, it should not surprise you that my narcissistic self-broadcast has overflowed to this new endeavour. Sure. I won’t deny it. I’m a narcissist. Still, humour me for a few more paragraphs. Read More