Category Archives: Rants

Solidly Integral

A few months ago, I met a boy.  He was handsome, kind and completely infatuated with me.  A surplus of free time and unwise spending habits ensconced us in a romantic shell of speculative dreams.  My unfettered joy for life is intoxicating thing to be around and I’m very aware of it.  I often reminded him that his feelings are temporary and I have no plans to be anyone’s girlfriend.  Not dissuaded, he continued to spend time with me as often as possible and make overtures to our future happiness.   Continue reading Solidly Integral

Saturday in Queen Anne

On a Saturday, I walk down to the Mecca the same way I do most every day. This is the day when at least one person comments on my hair or clothes or tattoos. Never fails.

The agreed assumption that I’m not out of place because “hey, it’s Seattle”. If that’s the case, why am I still the only one? In the future I’m plan to randomly comment on how great khaki pants are with all the sincerity I can muster.

Suicidal Idealization

I left my hometown in January. It was somewhat abrupt even though I planned for it. It’s not even the end of May and I already can’t remember my life there. My life here is still completely foreign. Everywhere I go is new and people are consistently surprised by me. I am admired often but not welcomed in. That’s the nature of Seattle. Continue reading Suicidal Idealization

I Love You

Those three words. Those three fucking words. Get over yourself already.

On some level, I feel love for almost everyone I meet. It’s far more important whether I like you. I don’t like that many humans. In contrast, I like nearly all dogs. My love stems from a firm belief that we are all pretty much the same. And that dogs are near perfect.

If I like you it means you’re worth my time. All the love in the world doesn’t take care of you when you need something real. People who like you help with that. And dogs. Dogs cure almost anything.

Uptight

I haven’t see the worst people can lobby against an organization like the CSPC.  Not specifically.  I haven’t encountered any real complaints about the concept beyond the all-too-common inability of people to accept what they don’t understand.  Then again, sex positivity is just now permeating deeper reaches of middle America.  My personal experience is tinged with the havoc sex-negative people wreak on society. Gratefully, the Seattle community will continue to provide a strong sex-positive example for many years to come.  Continue reading Uptight

In Her Piece

Visiting the CSPC yesterday, I felt introspective. The exhilaration of last week comes with inevitable wear and tear. Fortunately, this isn’t my first rodeo and I listen to the warnings my body gives me. Skipping the party Saturday and giving an erotic massage Sunday helped me recharge slightly. The satisfaction of making someone feel pleasure, especially when they are new to the sensation, is something I enjoy when feeling drained. Not all gratification is related to orgasms.  Continue reading In Her Piece

The Truth About Hillary

Face it. 8 years ago, she backed down and Obama became the Democratic nominee. If we learned anything during the previous Clinton era it’s that she’s a savvy businesswoman. I have no doubt she worked out a clause guaranteeing her nomination after he’s done. She’s arrogant enough, she might have even thought he was a 1-term president. That’s why she bothered with Secretary of State.

Thing is, she didn’t expect Bernie. He’s also savvy.  I believe he saw the chance coming long before acting on it. The chaotic vacuum left by such an influential time is unmistakable.  We the people are ripe for political revolution.  If it’s not this election, it will be the next one.  An old, white man saying all the right things is the last thing anyone expected, honestly.  If Bernie had tits there wouldn’t even be a contest.

A comically bad show by the Republican party only accentuates the importance of the Democratic nomination. Such a poor show in fact, I believe Hillary got drunk and dared Trump to run. Just for shits and giggles. I mean, what better role for a reality TV actor than playing himself in real life? It’s gotten so far out of hand I won’t be surprised if he accidentally wins the whole damn race.

Seriously people. We have a chance to do something more epic than electing a black man president. Let Hillary and Trump duke it out on the red vs blue stage. Then we can all join together and vote for a third color. A viable 3rd party showing in the race for President of the United States is actually worth a Nobel Prize. America is suffocating because this nation is not a dichotomy. Our ruling body should have at least 3 dimensions by now. Even if Bernie doesn’t win.

Extra Version

Paradoxical qualifiers (ie Extroverted Introvert)
are a blatant rape of the English language
and I’m sick of it.
Introversion is not a symptom of anxiety.
Introverts choose to spend time away from other people
– not because socializing causes stress – (re: Insecurity)
but maybe because we know how to take care of ourselves.
If I appear well-balanced and happy
and you say I’m not introverted
I might wonder why you have an opinion
About how I feel on the inside?

Collateral Damage

Where I came from, pot smoking is as illegal as heroin selling.  I’m not talking about Memphis (for once).  In the 90s, I was a teenager.  Growing up as the target during the War on Drugs wreaked havoc on my psyche.  I wasn’t anywhere near the drugs themselves but honestly, I have PTSD anyway.  America was so thorough during that war they not only attacked people using drugs but made sure to inoculate demographics that might use drugs.  Continue reading Collateral Damage