There is no honor in being a mistress for a woman where honor matters; where the Girl Code is actually a code.
“O innocent victims of Cupid, Remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid, To let a kiss fool you is worse.” - E.Y. HarburgLet's be honest. Cupid is a terrorist.I'm expect a bit of push-back but Cupid is a cunning little bastard. Hollywood has him on retainer and the little shit... Continue Reading →
I'm exhausted: physically, mentally and emotionally. And truthfully, that is not a bad thing. What is keeping me going is a spiritual experience I've been embracing. I know corny. Especially considering that I'm agnostic. Probably....I think. Which, if you've been paying attention at all, is consistent with most of my life: a belief in something greater than myself and... Continue Reading →
...and here is the allegory Every homeland has a King or Emperor or Bishop. In my homeland, Alcoholism was Our Emperor...and I was the Hero. Every Emperor needs a court over which His Power is defined. Within the Court of my Homeland, the Emperor had a Hero, a Jester and Consorts. Everyone has a role to fill... Continue Reading →
“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on; “I do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least—at least I mean what I say—that’s the same thing, you know.”; “Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “Why you might just as well say that ‘I see what I eat’ is the same... Continue Reading →
The first time you screw up it’s a mistake, the second time it’s by choice. I never thought I would find myself in this situation again. After all, I have my rules—clearly-defined, hard-worn, time-proven rules - the kind you accumulate over a lifetime of mistakes. Rules such as never eat the last spare rib on... Continue Reading →