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Month: September 2009

  • Our Gal Val

    So, I asked and she said yes. And so it is a pleasure to unveil our Val, our rightly nightly warrior. The one who speaks with truth beyond the Fucking Bullshit. I love her and this interview. Which makes sense as Val is perfectly loveable, as you well know, dear readers. Please give it up…

  • Crumbs in my Cleavage

    There are crumbs in my cleavage cracker flakes in my bra I don’t mind I look down, acknowledge them shrug my shoulders It is in my capacity to eat crumblessly and to rid my underthings of existing crumbs It is not, however, in my nature to bother with such since my being is a mere…

  • Mean Me

    Oh, I hope he responds. It’s true. I’m anticipating a fight. I’m anticipating starting and fanning the flames of a fight. It’s entertainment. Plus, he’s just some guy. I have been used in most of my relationships with men (not all), so why shouldn’t I use some guy who wants me to be someone I’m…

  • Reads

    Reading oddbits as opposed to tidbits or odds and ends.  Blackwater: the Rise of the World’s Most Powerful Mercenary Army by Jeremy Scahill is a good one. It is critical of certain right-wing issues/figures but I felt the author’s questions were valid. It throws SOOOO much light on what exactly the “reconstruction” of Iraq meant…I…

  • Ramblings of a Medicated Lady as Described by Unnamed Gay Poet Friend

    The last few days have been rough, friends. There was lots of neurological disruption in my head, creating a dream-like existence of fear and craziness. An unnamed gay-filled friend, who knuckle-sandwiched me in the back at a movie once, described my condition in accurate detail: It was as if your entire essence of being was…