Had a girlfriend once ask me, “Why are you so good to me?” I can’t remember what I said, but at the time it just didn’t click that she was probably referencing Ginny’s line in “Forrest Gump” because of something kind I had done despite her actions. I’m sure that I thought it was a …
Tag Archives: love
Unproud
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 …
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 …