Baby W’s

Why is it January 2021 when it’s still March? This entire past year was a long ass extension of one day. March 17th, 2020. At least where I’m at, since other parts of the world implemented their lockdowns on different dates. I guess the question that begs asking is: What the fuck did I doContinue reading “Baby W’s”

2020 (the Apocalypse) in Review

What other choice do I have for a title considering two fiscal quarters have passed since I last put fingers-to-keyboard? It’s November, but what does that even mean right now in this time-warped society we’ve been Destiny’s-Child-surviving in? Well thus far, I’ve talked about my vagina. I’ve talked about my hair. I’ve talked about myContinue reading “2020 (the Apocalypse) in Review”

Family Jewels

I recently started reading The Eight Characters of Comedy by Scott Sedita, who asserts that our sense of humor comes from our families. And pain. For all of us, there are some familial instances that seemed mortifying at the time, but in hindsight? Pure hilarity. And material. On what would have been my father’s 72ndContinue reading “Family Jewels”

A Brief Curl-story

Whenever I get complimented on my hair, my first instinct is to say how much I hated it growing up. Then, “oh, yeah. Thanks.” It usually confuses people, present-day me included. One of the last times someone questioned my lock-loathing history, my reply was “because I didn’t know I wasn’t white.” He laughed. And wasContinue reading “A Brief Curl-story”

C*ck out Chronicles

So here’s the thing about me. I am not unique. I have been ghosted plenty a time…most occurrences having been of the post-coital variety. Nothing like a post-coital ghost to spook the self-esteem outta ya. I’m…just being honest (in “HEY YA” Outkast cadence). Not that anyone truly needs a definition for ghosting, but just toContinue reading “C*ck out Chronicles”

I’m infected

Not with Rona. So, relax. I just needed a provocative, yet truthful, title to get you to click. Let me explain. It’s not fun for anyone involved, but there’s something about hot wax in your butt hole on a Monday that just makes everything else seem much more doable. Or so I thought. On COViD-QuarantineContinue reading “I’m infected”