Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
so there they are now, floating vexation on curled ribbon, meant to brighten on any occasion only to darken every mother’s despotism. balloons. fuck the balloons. either they sink too soon or never do. terrible humans, who are you who first flew bags with air? I’d like to shove these Read more
Don’t believe the sales girl. She’s lying. That’s what I told myself. Like my Mom, I hate shopping, but I really needed some new clothes. At Mapleview Mall I didn’t know where to start. It seemed women’s clothing was either too frumpy-bridge-club or too teenage-trash for my liking. I finally Read more
I cried most of the morning, stopping the voices. I wanted to kill you, but I married you instead. I had so much hope, yet I knew it was as useless as loving without receiving. I stabbed you, but you did not bleed. You tasted like salty jokes, eternal nightmares, Read more
Memoirs of a Legal Courtesan is about my zany, fun, sexy, dangerous, lonely, courageous, and painful life of longing, lust, and love. I hope that men and women who suffer from sex/love addictions, consciously or unconsciously, or know of those who do, will find insights, compassion, humor, hope, healing, and Read more
my father never saw me smoke he didn’t see the way the clouds come out of my mouth and make beautiful shapes in the sultry sky between me and Her. I have never liked the way a cigarette felt between my two fingers but the sight of it between Her Read more
With a wink and a calculated sway I play my fertility like mahjong. I draw the standard rules and what piece I’ll give away is up to me. A stroke here, a lick there, my body and heart’s the winning hand only with permission. I will not let you rob Read more
Dear Glutton for Punishment, How much longer are you going to put yourself through hell with this man? You’ve been dating three years now, you’re 38, and he’s 54. No problem at all, except that you want to get married and have children, and he absolutely does not. He’s never Read more
The unshaven man in front of the clinic who smells of neglect and looks belligerent, as though he always has to have a cause to make him visible, now holds up the picture of a bleeding fetus, declaring his one power to participate in creation, no matter on what terms, Read more