Then you lean me over one of the rusty containers and lift up my skirt. I suspect that when push comes to shove, you’ll leave me to fend for myself, so you grab me by the waist and fuck
"I have a question for you,” I say. “Why are you white? Isn’t this kind of a racist scenario here? Wouldn’t you be dark-skinned, Middle-eastern? Or African? ‘Hair like wool,’ the Bible says—"
The sailor’s question had re-framed reality, for one moment: to him, what we had in common: nationality, religion, age, attitude, was more important, by far, than the one difference in America that really counted.
#Arts & Culture
The films of writer-director Todd Solondz are populated by the bowel movements of our emotional lives.
Fiction is not a repository of answers to our problems. You simply set out to tell a good story and hope that it speaks to people no matter who they are or where they live.
- Fear, Anxiety and Wiener-Dogs: Chasing the Bluebird of Happiness in the Films of Todd Solondz (9/29/2016) - The films of writer-director Todd Solondz are populated by the bowel movements of our emotional lives.
- Musings Of A Techie: My Rebellious Tirade Against Advertisements and Junk Mail (9/29/2016) - The postman knocks with a parcel, but he first hands me a collection of colourful leaflets. “Here’s your junk,“ he says.
- The Purpose of Fiction (9/29/2016) - Fiction is not a repository of answers to our problems. You simply set out to tell a good story and hope that it speaks to people no matter who they Read More
- Beth’s Not Crazy (9/29/2016) - Beth’s not crazy. She knows that never works, too pleading. But she’s not. When the bipolar diagnosis came raining down....
- Musings Of A Techie: The Complexities of Web Stuff (and Life) (9/27/2016) - Intermittent problems are the worst type of problem. They are not even definable. They could happen at any moment and the reasons are unclear. In my world of web development, Read More
- My Father & Other Strangers (9/27/2016) - His new wife seemed odd at first. She looked vaguely surprised about ordinary things, such as the question ‘How are you?’ or ‘What time is it?’ She would look at Read More
- Some Postures (9/26/2016) - It's like she's flirting, and because of that you don't mind that she has taken your towel. But when your final breathing exercise is done and you crawl over to Read More
- My Man Jesus (9/25/2016) - "I have a question for you,” I say. “Why are you white? Isn’t this kind of a racist scenario here? Wouldn’t you be dark-skinned, Middle-eastern? Or African? ‘Hair like wool,’ Read More
You have to see it coming to be really afraid, another climber had once told him as he panted in shock and pain after a twenty-foot tumble toward a broken ankle. Otherwise, your body doesn’t know that you’re going
Here, there are spaces for everybody—you just need to realize what makes you different from the rest of the crowd and amplify it.
Travel & Lifestyle
At first she liked the best of us, the quiet ones with jobs who had showers in the same place every morning. But she was a thirsty girl and soon we were not enough. Our drugs, our cocks, the
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