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”

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”