“If you don’t believe in god, say ocean.”

“Part of the reality of searching for queer respites is that they are fleeting, ever-evolving, a question without a resolved answer.”

?th Plunge

The “ew, there’s seaweed” voice can take a hike.

Pause

Happy old age is coming on bare feet, bringing with it grace and gentle words, and ways which grim youth have never known.

Second Plunge

It’s no good. The sea’s too shallow here—too full of hazardous rocks. I’m threading my way through pudgy, puckered anemones sunk flush with the surface of the sand. It’s getting dark. My car’s parked in a 24-minute parking spot and I’ve already been out here for at least 15.1 I should call it. But I’ll … Continue reading Second Plunge

First Plunge

I’m pulling into Santa Barbara, 940 miles of highway behind me, as the sun dips low to the west. On my right: occasional glimpses of the sea, tantalizing and unreal, but ahead there’s only bumper-to-bumper traffic.  I’m racing the clock as I inch through Montecito, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. The sun’s fully … Continue reading First Plunge