There's someone soliciting contributions to a book she wants to put together about/by people who aren't able to legally marry. 5 kiloword essays and such. (I can dig out the link to one of the places she posted the solicitation if you want.)

I've got two pieces I need to write up -- one of them is a modified version of the speech I didn't get to give at the public hearing over the Massachusetts DOMA thing (which was later procedurally killed) 'cause I had to leave before my name was called; the other one's a piece about my own experiences living in a multi-adult family, which is currently a lot more nebulous in my head.

But that's my plan for the week. I'll prolly post 'em to my journal, too, since the project doesn't mind reprints.

Roight, here it is.

(I got it and responded to it off a mailing list, and found it on the community later. The poster is interested in just about anything, she says; she's currently shopping the project to publishers.)

I wanted to put hot sweaty gay sex on my To Do list, but alas the Gay Sex Fairy doesn't seem to want to stop by my apartment, no matter what I put under my pillow.

Eh, living in sin, just like always.