About the only skill I have to offer anyone is my ability to craft words. Even that is limited -- I'm not poetically inclined, there is little that can be described as "moving" or "transcendent" in my prose. A reflection of my own physical presence, I think: solid,...
Convincing them that voting for a puerile, hamster-fingered racist and sexual predator was a bad idea is a complete waste of that time and energy.
Spoiler: It's NOT the routes, the schedules, the drivers or the buses. The problem with the StarMetro bus system is that it does nothing to engender the trust of it's riders. Storytime: Once the route I used to take to and from work (the Forrest "F" route) was facing...
I was talking to a friend yesterday who is dealing with being the caretaker for a mother who's been diagnosed with a serious disorder. Her mother's life is on a timeline and, in the way of such things, the time line is unknown. It could be sooner, could be later, it...
Normally I try to write posts that have some tone of universality, which can be evergreen and interesting no matter whether a person knows me or not. This is not one of those posts. I had a minor meltdown yesterday, which lasted for a few hours (my panic attacks and...
They are always nearby. They are either traumatic or laborious, often both, but escape hatches always exist. Sometimes the price is too high for that person to pay at that time. More often, though, people just believe the way to escape is not worth the risk -- why...
This room is a disaster, which is not a metaphor. "This room" being the second bedroom in my apartment, the room I call my "studio." When I was married, it was the bedroom. But then I was single and I wanted a smaller bedroom (since I had a smaller bed) and pushed...
content warning: discussion about (but not description of) child abuse, rape, pedophilia, sexual kinks/fetishes/tropes Interestingly, I'm bouncing back and forth between two unrelated but tangential discussions, one on Medium about "virtuous pedophiles" and the other...
"Locker room banter" -- it's just, I don't KNOW. I have no idea what male locker room banter is or isn't. I do know that most of the men I've known are quite capable of being crude and rude, especially when high on adrenaline (or booze). I've been felt up by a LOT of...