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Houston Mayor Annise Parker is one of my favorite people, and a friend. She is as sweet as a grandmother’s kiss, but also tough as a three-dollar steak.
I kinda wanna give you guys the heads up about something, because I don’t want you calling me at two o’damn clock in the morning to come bail your butt out of the pokey
I need to start out in January by saying this: the main reason I live in Houston is winter. We don’t have one. Okay, that’s not exactly true. We did have winter last year. It was on a Thursday, as I recall.
It seems like election season starts earlier and earlier every year, so political candidates resemble merchants who put out Christmas decorations right after Halloween.
I always knew I would become my mother. She became her mother, so I figured it was a family tradition....
Annise Parker is so smart she can watch 60 Minutes in half an hour. So cunning that foxes come to her for advice. So honest that you can shoot dice with her over the phone. As sweet as a grandmother’s...
You can bet your best pair of pink boots that at this Olympics everybody will be rooting for the gay athletes so that the Russians will look like damn fools.
...but the state that lives for Mardi Gras thinks that rainbow flags are over the top?