Eight cards. Zero ambiguity. The universe has thoughts. I pulled an eight-card weekend spread this morning using the Queer Tarot — and I have to say, the cards are practically throwing a party on my behalf.

Fried eggs with sausage. What could be easier? A dish from my distant Soviet past (it's a good thing it's long gone) . In those days, there was a big shortage of good sausage. And meat. But you could buy