Some time after my Dad died, my Mother introduced me to her new boy-friend Bill…

I know the deep pain and uncertainty that comes from the having someone you trust turn out to be a sexual predator.

I’ve also thought, said, and done things throughout my life I wish I hadn’t. Between the many voices of people who are willing to speak…

I think I speak for everyone I saw today when I say “what the f*ck, you’re dead???”

It just doesn’t feel real… I feel like at the very least I should be able to IM you. Maybe just figure out my password to ICQ or something and be able to check up…

I own guns, and I think they are super awesome.
I also think women are equal or better than men in just about every way.