“The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex” so it was written in the Constitution. 95 years ago I would not have cast my ballot and taken selfies as a proclamation of my activism- and … More “Trust in God-she will provide”
The Walk of Shame, the Stride of Pride… that moment of undeniable feeling of accomplishment or whatever we may call it on our way home from a night of mischief and orgasms is universal and transcendent through generations. This was evident last night as I stumbled through the streets with my cousins trick or treating … More The Stride of Pride
Navigating the waters of blogging. It seems as though one blogs about one thing and one thing only. Cooking, Fashion, Travel, Lord of the Rings, and hence I entered into some confusion on how to blog, where to begin, where to focus. Do I blog about my impeccable fashion or the vignettes I create or … More Booze, Boobs, & Birth Control: Que dois-je écris?
As a bartender I encounter a plethura of unique individuals. There is one woman that I will never forget. She will be immortal in my memories. She sat at the end of the bar. The smell of life, a hard life, was more suffocating than the cigarette drooping from her exhausted lips. Her face and … More Paradoxical Abyss
I have an affair with books much like the affairs I have with my lovers. I lust after them, obtain them, and then proceed to another. I desire books then leave them unfinished. I trace the outlines of their bodies with my fingertips, explore their meanings with my lips, gaze over the lines, lost in … More Perusals & Ponders
a series of vignettes Abrasive. That word will never break free from the confinements of my mind. Abrasive was used as a dagger to draw blood, to injure me. But much to the dismay of the vocalists, abrasive was I a word I welcomed. It became a part of me. It was reassurance that I … More Abrasive & Autumnal
It was a simple joke, a pose for a picture. Just clmib into the coffin and 3, 2, 1, SMILE! But lying in a coffin was more than a deal of 2 pictures for $20. It was this 25, 24.75, year old’s existential crisis come to a halt. All the worries I had carried with … More Checking In