About A.M. Bowen
I come from Anne Arundel County, Maryland, and when we read The Grapes of Wrath in my eleventh grade English class, class discussion did not involve socialism, but how the Joads pulled themselves up by the bootstraps. Hell of a place, Anne Arundel; but my friends and family are great. I currently live in Washington, DC, which is a wonderfully progressive mess, and I hope to keep on writing about messy, fascinating things.
Recent Posts by A.M. Bowen:
Friday Staff Survey, Ideas »
I’ve been thinking a lot about how I present myself to other people. I tend to sort-of explode at a person I’ve just met: lots of gesticulation, weird references, excitability. Part of me wonders whether my self-expression is a queer thing, that the explosion is a result of having kept stuff inside for too long. This week I wanted to run a sort-of test. I wrote to the TNG staff, “Ever had somebody you just met go “tell me about yourself?”
The Human Rights Campaign, with its fancy building evincing extensive resources, couldn’t squeeze ENDA or a “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” repeal out of the Democrats in Congress and the Executive Branch. But as I was about to be told, Log Cabin, preparing for Republican takeover of the House in an office suite, believed it could get more out of John Boehner and company.