I’ve got a story inside of me. It’s trying to worm its way out through my brain cells like a kidney stone. A solid thing trying to pass through meat. Growing at an agonizing pace, I can’t push it out any faster. It feels like a race against time before it swallows me whole. Occasionally I have glimpses of the final product. It’s something like this. … Continue reading Father’s Day
I got mad at Maya today. She’s been especially unsettled this past week. She didn’t seem to mind when Bryn never returned last weekend. I wonder if there might be a delay in her reaction. Clingier than normal, she won’t give me a minute of peace while I’m at home. After spending a whole afternoon trying to hold her and getting rebuked I finally snapped, “What do you want from me?” Continue reading Maya Koshka
I don’t particularly find hair sexy. I’m not a huge fan of hairless either. It’s a strange paradox that amuses me. Continue reading Hair
The most important thing I learned in Psych 101 is that phobia are not just fears. Fear, worry and other forms of discomfort are natural feelings that everyone has from time to time. A phobia is a condition where something specific triggers a fear so crippling it prevents someone’s daily routine. A fear of heights means you get nervous crossing a bridge. A phobia of heights is when you choose to drive a hour out of your way to avoid taking a bridge. Continue reading Spectrums
I’m not an expert on dating technology but I’m apparently good at it. I have met multiple stellar friends on Tinder and OkCupid. I even found a quality person on Craiglist once but that was back in the dark ages; I got lucky that time but only in the sense of not getting raped and murdered. I possess a unique combination of confidence and intuition. My willingness to stab someone in the throat in self defense is just a learned skill from growing up in Memphis. Overall, I’m well-equipped to meet almost anyone and give them at least 30 minutes of my attention. After that, you better be worth my time. Continue reading OKC Corral
Keeping my mouth shut is a learned skill. I didn’t cultivate it until my 30s due to self ignorance, the opposite of self awareness. Before that, the main source of information on who I am was my parents. My mother especially has opinions about who I should be. The real problem is how long I spent trying to make them happy. If I’d adopted any accountability for my existence back then who knows what kind of bad decisions I could have made. Oh, the gutters I could have woken up in! Now my choices are tempered by maturity and cynicism. I stay quiet and avoid mistakes with patience most of the time. It’s slow work but remaining self aware keeps me in touch with the ultimate goal – happiness. Continue reading Self Ignorance
Moderation – This is the first and most important key. Once you figure out how to moderate it’s possible to enter a zen-like state where worry can’t stick to you. Everything you do is based in the present and intuition is finely tuned. It’s not a perfect way to live because we are human and will fuck up. The idea of moderation brings you back to your center (whatever that is) and facilitates a non-judgemental perspective on all things. Continue reading 5 Keys to a Happy Life
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.
While working at a small custom frame shop in my mid-20s I answered to an honest, hard-working butch lesbian. The actual owner of the business was an upper-middle class nouveau riche mama’s boy with unresolved homoerotic daddy issues. Somehow, the two formed a dysfunctional symbiotic parental unit that kept the shop running on an even keel. I loved the women in that building like sisters and felt more at home there than with my family, for the most part. Making $8.50 an hour in Memphis, TN was pretty decent and I could do that job in my sleep. A fine place to sit idle and figure out some priorities. Continue reading Art Lover