Over the years she stopped combing everything. It started when they told her she couldn't go to Daughters Of The American Revolution luncheon. She just stopped trying to comb through their hate to find kernels of respect. She let the tendrils of their fuming hate cool down in her calm aura and coalesce into greasy … Continue reading Bald Headed World
Eleanor Bisbee-Downs was a quiet girl. She had a sort of bookish quality that maxim magazine has successfully turned into a hint of barely repressed sexual energy. She was of an unusually pale complexion for her race which history and FHM had told the men in her life comes from sexual frustration. As Jane Austen … Continue reading There’s Something Wrong With Eleanor
"Male progressives always see themselves as brothers, “bravely” joining together to rise up and overthrow the rule of their father. We should combat “male supremacy” itself, not merely “patriarchy.”" I like this quote even if I'm not sure I agree. It is in this article: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/how-two-young-feminists-are-using-radical-feminism-to-pave-a-new-way-forward/ This is why I will no longer call my … Continue reading Food For Thought
Their love affair was typical of their generation. He professed his love often with statements like "never forget, I love you madly" while she silently suffered his facial hair experiments; cataloging them for the opening scene of a Judd Aptow movie that would never be filmed. She couldn't remember whether he was from Texas or … Continue reading Depth and OkCupid
In between seconds, as the river rushed closer, illogically slow, the accountant counted. He counted his heartbeats, he counted the number of nights spent on the couch where he avoided the wife he no longer loved and, remembering his mother, he counted the hairs on her head after the chemo: one. He counted like … Continue reading I Say Falling
Doc looked at the clock with the exhausted desperation of the under-employed. He had five hours left on his shift. Five hours working minimum wage in which he would make around $40. Had Fancy not walked into the store at that exact moment he would have thought "I'd pay my boss $40 to leave now." … Continue reading Where You’re Fighting To Get At It
Before we begin I should identify myself. I am middle class American Male with an elite private education. I am an African American who was raised by two college educated and loving parents who are still married and were never abusive to me, my siblings or each other. I am a privileged American Male and … Continue reading The American Male
I am who I am. the depths of my soul are indescribable, indestructible and ever changing. My dimensions extend definition So no language made by meager men could tell you who I am. I must be lived, loved, and experienced to be understood. So seek for me outside the cave; philosophizing on mountain top … Continue reading ?