Monthly Archives: July 2017

Summertime Blues

Dear Ryan, I’m missing you a lot today. Well, that implies I don’t miss you every day, which I do. But today it’s hitting a little harder I suppose. Maybe it’s the time of year? I know how much you … Continue reading

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Random Thought of the Day #1

I don’t know what sort of Sapphic nightmare landscape vaginas you people have been looking at, but Georgia O’Keeffe’s flower paintings aren’t all that genitalia-ish to me. Now Gustave Courbet’s L’Origine du monde — that’s a vagina.    

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Kwing-Kwuh-Juh-WTF?

In a little over three weeks I’ll turn FORTY-NINE years old. What. The. Fuck. I remember in my teens thinking 35 was old. And by 50 you were soaking your teeth in a glass nightly and relieving yourself into Depends … Continue reading

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