Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You

The white webbing between his fingers stretched to transparency; his  knuckles, flattened into the hard flex. His eyes were fishbowl large, his gaze, intense. The tightness around them signal extreme vulnerability, loneliness, fear of abandonment. My eyes returned to his hands bracing his dinner plate. Pleading hands, but not for me. For her. For her to … Continue reading Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You

A Comedy Of EXTREME Errors

Borrowing my friend Waiting For Satan's blogging style, I pose to you the question: what should BA have done to work the situation to his favor?

Get Your Fat, Lazy Ass Out The Way

I get absolutely annoyed when I read discourse on women struggling to kick down doors to enter the entertainment industry. Look, the door's been kicked open. WIDE open (Hurt Locker, anyone? ) The problem lies on the blobby, aged masses who happen to be male, whom restrict creative progress. Not all, obviously. But we gotta … Continue reading Get Your Fat, Lazy Ass Out The Way