I'm using this space to say thank you to those whose lives became intertwined with mine throughout this past decade, for better or for worse (for me, mostly the former; for them, mostly the latter). This was a solitary journey for the majority of the years, yet I didn't do it on my own.
There's a civil war erupting these days between 40-something feminists, 30-something feminists, 20-something feminists and then the (mostly) teenagers who are #womenagainstfeminism.
I don't want to use the term. I don't want the term to even exist. But you can't always get what you want.
I'm not sure when I first heard the phrase, "Real women have curves," but I do know that it's always struck me as odd. I understand it, of course. Both as a physiological point of true femininity and a feminist statement about body image, I get why the message is out there. Our culture definitely … Continue reading Fake Women Don’t Have Curves
From the top of our sleeping hill she exhausts her lungs barking like a carnival talker and I am spent. After an excess of feelings and a costly climb to kiss the moon I have nothing left but the diamonds of her eyes that children perished to unearth; the heart of America- She says she … Continue reading Goodnight, Iris Duarte
Where Should I Move Next? Perhaps you know this scene: Stunning girl, long hair, sharp features, small figure, taut breasts, a glaze of early-20-something disinterest over her eyes. A guy. Doesn't matter what he looks like or what he's got, doesn't matter if he's Brad Pitt or Paul Giamatti, Mark Zuckerberg or Ghandi; he's just … Continue reading BARchetypes: The guy without a clue
All kinds of men regularly hang out in bars. Drunks, alcoholics, Catholics. But there is really only one kind of women who is a true barfly.* Boobs McGee You can call her Ms. McGee, or Mrs. McGee (if she's of a certain age), but never call her Boobs. Our fair maiden learned something at a … Continue reading BARchetypes: Boobs McGee
