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The Gravity of Fandom

The other day I asked my Facebook friends what they wanted to know more about and the one that inspired me was Gravity. So, how do I explain gravity? I got it… this may seem a bit out there but follow me here. M. Night Shyamalan’s live action adaptation of … Continue reading →

Dewey Does it!

I’m doing this week’s blog a couple days early because I’m going to be out of town this Friday. Going to San Francisco to see A Perfect Circle for the first time. Whoo Hoo! My Maynard trifecta will be complete. After the concert, I’m staying in Oakland on a yacht … Continue reading →

Filthy Mind

And yet again I’m taking a stab at my blog challenge, wherein I must write at least 500 words on a topic chosen and voted on by my Facebook friends. Shit can get weird when you leave something like that up to friends that get their rocks off by watching … Continue reading →

Two Thumbs Up

So, here’s a thing that’s been on my mind for a couple days. Is it harmful to send homosexual children to conversion therapy to “fix” them? Clearly, to me at least, the answer is fuck yes. But, for the sake of argument, let’s say I’m wrong (I’m not) but for … Continue reading →

My Daughter Might Be A Stripper.

Noting like missing a deadline to get the juices flowing. I signed up to participate in the The Beauty of a Woman Blogfest VI, hosted by August McLaughlin. Thanks for the invite, by the way. Sorry this is late. My answer to “What is The Beauty of a Woman”, is … Continue reading →

So THAT’s what it’s called

There is a term for what I am. I didn’t know what it was until I took Human Sexuality in college. Fantastic class, by the way. On the first day, the instructor, Rebecca Slaton, had the entire forum hall say in unison, “Penis” “Vagina” “Clitoris” “Testicles” then she told us … Continue reading →

Rock On!

I was a tenacious child. If I wanted to figure out how to do something, or how a thing worked, I wouldn’t stop until I had it figured out. Especially with video games and bike tricks as a boy, then juggling as a teen. And finally writing as an adult. … Continue reading →

My First Love

I can recall the day I got my first bike. It was Christmas morning. My older brother, one of my step-brothers on my mother’s side, and I walked into one of the back rooms of the house. It was a room that didn’t exist in any other memories. Its sole … Continue reading →

In The Red

Everything was good today, until the panic attack. Even now, hours later, my fingers still tremble and my heart still races. What could cause such a lasting and debilitating episode? My wife asked me to handle the horses for our farrier. This normally simple task instantly terrified me. But that … Continue reading →

A History of Violence

An interesting thing happens to you when your earliest memory is of violence. It sticks with you. Your world view, from that moment on, is filtered through the lens of fear. And that fear blossoms into depression and anxiety later in life. I was so young my recollections are fuzzy … Continue reading →