i remember when the Vanity Fair kerfuffle hit back in the early nineties. There the women were on the cover… and they weren’t wearing designer gowns or selling us lipstick (well, giggle, perhaps Crawford was – in a manner of speaking). Some people blew a gasket. i was mesmerized. Cindy Crawford didn’t do too much for … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2014
these are the good old days
i just sent my morning email to Master. It included this line: “Today is my father’s birthday. i’m eating Farina. i’m waxing nostalgic for stuff i didn’t even like.” True. Let’s back up to yesterday when my mother gave me a box of Farina. Haven’t seen it in years. i am quite certain it’s still … Continue reading
a place where there’s room to grow
It has been a difficult few weeks for bat. i knew when i started therapy that i’d be opening doors and looking at shit that i didn’t particularly want to see… but rotting food need not be seen to be smelled… right? The fact that i wasn’t acknowledging it didn’t make it fester any less. i’m … Continue reading
daddy dearest
i wrote a piece for an english class years ago. We were reading Socrates. i focused on Antigone and her father (Oedipus, of course). “Like father, like daughter” was the title of the paper… and that pretty much sums it up. While most people view the oedipal story through the lens of males and their … Continue reading
mia
Not technically missing-in-action, i suppose. On a trip. Away. Not here, though. Not here. i miss Him when He is gone wandering. i miss her. i miss them. When the tribe is in one place… even if we aren’t all in the same house or room? It seems so much different. i like to know … Continue reading
my tongue is cold
Maybe it is just the noise of hormones or the the sadness that touches me today. It could be the residual heat from sparks that were sent flying… or perhaps it is just the wanting… i do not know. i am recalling a glowing circle of warmth in the midst of chilling country night. i close my … Continue reading
i’m gonna have a drink
She rained fist-size hail upon the body she straddled…a volley of blows punctuated by slaps and scratches. i closed my eyes and held space behind her as she feasted with her fingers… as she explored the flesh and the pain beneath it … as she brought catharsis to the prey below her. i tasted it from my perch … Continue reading
go naked and dance
There is a man i will never know and i am tangled up in the emotions of others. i am sympathetic… empathetic, even… but once-removed from their grief. As is my way – when conflicted by my emotions – i turn to books, to music, to the wisdom and beauty that flows from others to try … Continue reading
when buddha stroked
i assume the Buddha masturbated…i assume that the Christ also masturbated…as did his mother. They were humans, after all… if they existed at all… they were humans with all the human desires. Someone’s likely to get their panties in a bunch over this, but only (in my opinion) because they equate masturbation with sin or … Continue reading
