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  • Screw it

    Fuck this shit. I didn’t want to go in the first place. Here I am being a trooper after last year, prepped and ready, Scarlet Letter A in place, and you fucking left me. You were supposed to look after me, but you left me. It’s Dec. 20. How fitting.…

  • Something

    I had something really nice here, but I took it down because I was wrong.

  • Fond memories of watching soft porn with my first editor

    Slightly propped on the couch Saturday with a sweaty guy on top of me I recalled how nearly 30 years ago I’d confessed to my editor that I had no interest in dating or sex because the thought of some sweaty guy grinding on top of me was repulsive. I…

  • Hold on just a little bit tighter now, baby

    He was skinny and 60something and smoking in the open air on the porch of the dive bar. You know how I feel about smokers. His flesh was pasty white and he was taller than the man yesterday and his hair was brittle and thin and more pale than his skin. He…

  • Eight hours minus 5 minutes

    The drive was amazing and the truck was a trooper. Eight hours = four hours to Grand Junction; four hours home. Precious time all alone to listen to my music, stare at the white stripes of the road in the nighttime and the dried-up countryside during the day. Eight hours…

  • In case you’re wondering what I’m doing this weekend

    Sorry your weekend won’t be more fun. What am I doing this weekend, you ask? I’m escaping, actually. Running away all by my lonesome to the Western Slope to see my parents and brother and maybe my sister. I’ll be going hiking with my friend Darla, but will otherwise be…

  • Another Tammy Faye kind of day

    You know, I really kind of like Tammy Faye Bakker. I saw The Eyes of Tammy Faye with the brilliant M.E. Sprengelmeyer when I spent the summer rooming with him in 2000 and it really made me see her differently. Having said that, it’s no excuse for me to look like…

  • Done

    I am done caring about people. I mean it. I’ll take care of myself and everyone else can just bugger off.

  • All domestic and stuff

    It’s Sunday, Nov. 18, and I want it on record that I got up, dressed, called my sister and my bff Ellen, went to the grocery store and stocked us up on healthy food — some of which I plan to take to work to share so we can attempt to…

  • It’s really not so weird that I’m so nice

    Having been openly critical of humans who have become overamorous and misconstrued my kindness and support, I imagine my unbridled enthusiasm at the prospect of helping  an individual out in any way can be a bit disconcerting, perhaps confusing. I can’t blame anyone who hasn’t lived my history for thinking, “Well,…