Tommy Karr

Category: Stories

  • Rollerblades… or, the Kiss of Death

    So yesterday I went out rollerblading with Meg, my comrade in arms for horribly bad ideas. Now, it wasn’t so bad that I wouldn’t do it again… in fact, it was great exercise and a lot of laughs, mostly at Meg’s expense. I will never claim to be a good “blader” but I can stay…

  • Dear father… it has been 17 days since my last confession, er, I mean, entry.

    So despite my better judgement I have fallen wayside in my attempts to keep this pseudo-diary up to date. But here goes… March 27, 2005: Patrick was here for the weekend and just left this morning to get back home for Easter with his parent’s. I already miss him. When you live with someone (as…

  • Getting toned for my birthday

    As luck (or Hell) would have it I’m turning 30 this summer. Could there be more of an impetus for getting into shape? No one wants to be 30 and fat or flabby or bubbling over with girth. No one really wants to be “more to love”. They might say that but they’re lying. And…

  • Short films make me pee a little.

    I found a couple of short films online that made me happy/sad/laugh/cry/pee. They’re all located on the PlanetOut Short Movie Awards 2005 webpage. The one in particular that I want you to watch is Sucker. It hysterical! The premise, as listed on the website, is “Two girls fight to the death over a candy cane.”…

  • Did you know that crazy people are on the internet?

    So I was chatting online last night when I get this random guy email me from Gay.com. Now, I’m a very congenial person (no laughing) so I said hello and humored him in his conversation. Suddenly he tells me he is going to jail tomorrow for not paying a traffic ticket. I told him how…

  • Not sleeping… take two hours of the BBC’s Shakespeares and call me in the morning.

    Why am I up you might ask? Well, I’ve not been sleeping. I have to move on Saturday, finish my theatre history journals, AND figure out how to pay for living all while saving the world from the forces of evil. It’s a tough job. It’s very much like being a Superfriend except that my…