Guys fascinate me; they really do. Why? Because for many of them, a woman is doable, no matter how skanky, stupid, vapid, cruel, or crazy she is. Hell, for some of them, that’s just a bonus. In the political world, even progressive guys will say something like, “Michele Bachmann’s crazy, but I’d do her.” The… Continue Reading
Mr. Writer*
Aaaaand, I’m back with more of my favorite literature. First, a little more backstory. There was a time in my mid-twenties when I couldn’t read any serious fiction. I still read my beloved mysteries, but I eschewed literature. I didn’t have any particular reason–I just wasn’t feeling it. Much as I am not now. … Continue Reading
Everyday I Write the Book*
So, ok. My last three posts have been about all ways I differ from the mainstream when it comes to pop culture. TV, movies, and music. What’s missing from these lists, you ask yourself? Well, you probably don’t, but I’m going to tell you, anyway. Books, of course. I am obviously a very verbal… Continue Reading
I’m a Hazard to Myself*
All right. I’ve done movies and I’ve done TV. Next up is music, of course. As I have said before, I don’t care for the Beatles, the Stones, the Who, Zepplin, etc. I like the stray song by them, but I am not enamored of their oeuvres, and this causes me no angst at all.… Continue Reading
I’ve Got Bette Davis Eyes!*
Ed. Note: I knew I forgot a movie. It is now added. Ok. Now that we’re all grooving to the She’s Got Bette Davis Eyes, I can continue with my list of what makes me ME. Next up is my list of movies. Let me start by saying that I haven’t seen many of… Continue Reading
A Poem of Love and Grief
for a dear sister halfway around the world wishing you a safe journey home i am holding you in my heart shining a white light to guide your brother, gently, to the other side. i surround you with love and strength in a desperate attempt to shield you from your pain; wishful thinking, i know,… Continue Reading
I’m Eclectic! Boogie Woogie Woogie!*
Ok. Since I have in the past listed all the ways in which I am soooo different from everyone else and how much it sucks, I’ve decided today to do something a bit different. I am going to list all the ways in which I am sooooo different from everyone else, and why I rock!… Continue Reading
9/11, Eight Years Later
Where were you eight years ago (and one day) when the Towers fell? For my generation, it has replaced, “Where were you when the Challenger exploded?” as the defining question of our lives (at least until we elected Barack Hussein Obama as president). Where was I? I was in California, the Bay Area to be… Continue Reading
Who Let the Girls Out?
Freeeeeee! Wahoo! I feel like shouting at the top of my lungs–and I can! I can do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want, and there ain’t no one to say boo about it! Except for my cats, and they don’t say boo–they just hiss when they disapprove. Why am I blathering… Continue Reading
Burn, Baby Burn
My favorite Tarot card is the Tower, specifically from the Aleister Crowley Deck. It always has been for many reasons. One, it’s about the total destruction of old beliefs. Two, it has fire, which I consider my personal element–all my tats have fire in them, or the representation thereof. The picture to the right… Continue Reading