Ok, I’m getting the politics out of the way right off the bat: I can be pissed off at AIG, Congress, the last administration, this administration, AND the American public simultaneously for the financial market fiasco that has occurred in the past thirty years. I don’t have to limit myself to one entity or… Continue Reading
Category Archives: Personal Life
Do Me, Baby
Ok. I know the world is in a full-frontal meltdown, and I promised my solution to world peace, but I am still preoccupied with sex. That means that world peace will have to be delayed yet another day. I am gonna be like the AIG execs and hold the world hostage until I get my… Continue Reading
Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby
Ok, I know I promised to bring about world peace today, but that will have to be shelved because I have a more pressing problem. Sex. Or rather, the lack thereof. See, I just hit my sexual peak last night–what? Stop laughing. I did! I could actually feel it when it hit. One minute,… Continue Reading
To Sleep, Perchance To Not Dream
I hate sleep. But, Minna, I can hear you protest–ok, no, I can’t, but let’s pretend–why would you hate something that is so good for you? It’s relaxing and rejuvenating and other re words I don’t care to list. Refreshing! That’s often said about sleep as well. Malarkey, I say. If I could get away… Continue Reading
A Performance Piece/Poem
I performed this piece several years ago–twice. Once in MN, and once in SF. I have decided to blow the dust off it and publish it because it semi-relates to the topic at hand today. Or not. I was going to write another piece, but I decided I didn’t feel like it, so this is… Continue Reading
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pens
I was going to title this post, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pans in honor of Rizzo, but since I don’t cook, it really didn’t make much inherent sense. Warning, I never read the book (or saw the movie), so I only have a vague idea what it’s about. The reason I swiped the title,… Continue Reading
Yahoo! I’m Nermal!
Well, ok, not really. Nermal, if you will remember, is Garfield’s nemesis. He is the self-proclaimed cutest kitten in the world, and Garfield hates him. I don’t blame Garfield, as I’ve always hated Nermal, too. However, he popped into my head the other day when I was ruminating over the word ‘normal’. See, I love… Continue Reading
I Can’t Feel My Legs!
In honor of my aching body, I present to you, Numb by U2, “sung” by The Edge. In addition, it is one of the most erotic songs I know–the video, not so much. I have no idea why it gets me so hot, but whatever. My mom is visiting. Thus, I have been cleaning like… Continue Reading
Love, Britishly
1:34 a.m. 12/30/31/04 I have come upon a dichotomy within that I truly cannot explain. It’s been a slow realization, but now I must acknowledge it. I love Brits. Why is this a dichotomy? Because I hate their country. Now, that’s probably not fair of me because it was twelve and a half years ago… Continue Reading
British Fetish
3:43 a.m. 1/7/8/05 I’m in dire need of an intervention before I fall deeper into my current obsession. It shames me to say it, but I, a staunch supporter of equality and diversity and all that shit, am actually fetishizing a whole race of people. I feel like Huey Freeman felt in The Boondocks when… Continue Reading