I’ll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As if a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin. —…
I have spent more time than necessary viewing content from these people. To spare any of my readers the pain of perusing and sifting through what can be summarized as the internet equivalent of discovering a ball of rock snot or a burst condom along a…
My mind turns to bereavement at the tragic loss of our trans* brothers and sisters to suicide and murder. There are many who do not share our experiences as trans* but who nonetheless empathize with us and share in our grief.
So, I had an interesting conversation with a couple of Facebook friends over Hillary and the emails. The conversation just went there concerning “corruption.” I found some of the things they said quite disturbing. For one, they believed you have to be…
What follows is a dream I had long ago.
Enter the swamp. A bayou lays before you. Two swamp rats are fishing in the murky, boggy, foggy river. A succubus weary from flight follows her urges and descends upon the two swamp rats.
Sometimes I get discouraged as a writer, programmer, and artist. It’s a tall order to create great content and inform people about the world, and everyone with an opinion is a critic.
I read this on Medium, and it put a lot of things in perspective. It is easy to…
There were several graffiti messages dotting the house of Caecilius Iucundus. One in particular has become quite famous for its timelessness and its ability to summarize the human condition so succinctly. “May those who love prosper; let them perish who cannot love; let them perish…
When I was a child, medieval life seemed almost romantic and exciting. Of course, television will do that to a person. The American obsession with returning back to a more simpler…