On this, the last day of Pride Month, I find it marginally hypocritical for me to shout “Love Is Love!”, yet I won’t allow myself to have love of any kind. It’s like stealing a menu from a restaurant and then showing everyone the pictures, saying that all food is good food, while letting myself …
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After Sunrise
That last three minutes of “Before Sunrise” (1995) are always a punch to my gut. The inevitability of the end of the shining relationship. The rising of the sun burning away the evening of dreams and possibilities. Collapsing infinite potentials into a concrete reality. Exposing the detritus of the night’s revelry. Exchanging uncertainty on the …
bAdwords
Google doesn’t give two shits, a fuck, or a good god damn about my blog, because I’m not an Adwords customer. And I’m fine with that. I’ve never run advertising on my sites. This is a labor of love, and I personally foot the bill, paltry as it is. Do I give a fuck, two …
Dream Down
Dreams are bullshit and mean nothing, generally. But sometimes they can be used to reveal where your head’s at. Here’s where my head’s at: I’m hanging out with a lot of people, out in the world. Finally, there’s society. We’re talking, having fun. Sun’s out and everything’s green and warm. Blue sky day. This girl …
Pump
The shit I could’ve accomplished in life if I had been given the least bit of confidence in what I was doing early on. It’s not the dance, it’s not the singing, it’s not the performance, it’s the proving that you can and will rise above the baseline and move into the spectacle that will …