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Let The Day Begin! Post Marriage Equality Ruling Thoughts

Monday, June 29th, 2015

There are three times I can remember sitting down and watching the news for several hours. The first was the start of Gulf War back when I was in college, the second was 9/11, and the third was last Friday. I cried two out of three of those times and all three scared the hell out of me. Did I think marriage equality would win? I honestly didn’t know. And I was very, very afraid to believe it would because I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

The Intimacy of Flame Retardant Clothing

Thursday, June 25th, 2015

I’ve been feeling the urge over the past year to instill some depth into my work and admit that I’m searching for a little more depth in life. Why the change? Probably because life is changing so drastically around me. Well, around us. It was easy as a child to not give a rip about what was going on outside the house or beyond when the next sci-fi or horror movie was coming on television. But these days? If one blinks, one could suddenly find themselves in a world they no longer recognize.

Not Bright Thinking On My Part, But It Turned Out Okay

Monday, June 22nd, 2015

I turned 25 years old last week. That, of course, is my first fake age. My second fake age, in case people don’t believe I’m 25, is 35. My non-fake fake age is, of course, 36 whereas my actual age is now 45. It gets complicated, kind of like watching my husband balance his checkbook. That’s actually more entertaining than complicated, but you get the idea. Birthdays for me over the past two decades have been kinda crap. Some have been better than others, but they’re generally crap. This one? Everything went right and I even got a little bold that evening, which could have gotten my cute, little, supple, underused derriere kicked!

I May Be Who I Say I Am, Or I May Not

Thursday, June 18th, 2015

Part of being social on social media is having conversations with some extremely colorful folks. I’ve been proud to eventually call some of them friends, some even very good friends, a couple have been dubbed long lost siblings, and a couple the dreaded words, “now blocked.” And whereas social media can be turned off or logged out of, there are chat apps for phones where these good friends can send you direct messages or voice messages any time they want. Any time. I’ve never felt more available. But I’ve also never felt more cautious with what I say and who I say it to because they may not be who they say they are.

Midlife Crisis Proof Of A Brain Damaged Bunny In My Front Yard

Monday, June 15th, 2015

I woke up Sunday morning to a call from my neighbor.

“You might want to look outside your front window. Are you there yet? Don’t tell me you’re still in bed.”

It may have been 9 a.m. and yes, I may have still been in bed. I was awake, thank you, but just laying there thinking…as authors are prone to do. You think the joke about women not being able to shut their minds down long enough to sleep is true? Live with a writer. No, really. Live with one of us. We need the attention. More on that in a minute, though.

Aging. It’s Bullshit!

Thursday, June 11th, 2015

You know what? This whole aging thing isn’t working for me. I’m serious. And it’s just hitting me a bit harder this year than in others. I received a call from a friend and he told me his son is graduating from high school this year. I laughed. “Good one. You punked me!” Yeah, he wasn’t kidding. There are three people I knew from my high school years who have kids of their own graduating from high school. Is that just not screwed up? When the heck did these people find time to court someone, marry them, actually set aside time for sex, and then have kids? My mind is still burning up with the fever that is the story I’m writing, and now I have to deal with this, too?

An Author’s Obsession To Write

Monday, June 8th, 2015

I remember when Anne Rice’s The Queen of the Damned was released in hardcover back when I was a freshman at college. I was home for the weekend and out shopping with mom. Hard cover books were a luxury on a college budget and I sooooo wanted to read that story. Mom ended up buying it for me (we just didn’t tell dad) and I devoured the book when I got back to my dorm room Sunday night. Reading the right book can feel downright obsessive. We must know what happens to the characters and we’ll spend far more hours awake reading than we should to find out. You’ve had this happen to you before, haven’t you? Now imagine being obsessed by a story that’s creeped into your brain and is demanding to be written.

The Face of Gay and Transgender 63 (Val)

Saturday, June 6th, 2015

Have you ever found yourself 62 posts into a series when someone sends you a message and says “Did I ever tell you about this?” Uh, no. “Well, it happened.” And why haven’t you said anything before now? “I didn’t think it would fit in with the series.” It does. Please write it. So we have today’s writer.

You’re about to take a journey. It’s a little bit longer than you’re used to, but I’m telling you right up front that you won’t notice. It’s one you’ll be thinking about later and be glad you read. Welcome to the 63rd Face of Gay and Transgender.

No, I Will NOT Try These Self-Pleasuring Techniques, Thank You

Thursday, June 4th, 2015

Someone posted a link on Facebook to an article on sharing 11—read em’, 11—masturbation techniques they suggest every man must try. Now, I consider myself a connoisseur of my body as well as that of my husband’s. Believe me, he’s much easier to be a connoisseur of because his needs are simple. He comes home, I suggest a little lovin’, and he responds with “Didn’t we just do that last time I was home?” Yes, two months ago. So, because of his Vulcan-like ways, I am forced to treat my own body like the playground I know it is. I will not, however, be trying the techniques listed in the article.

Turning the Question Back on Myself

Monday, June 1st, 2015

I was watching a movie on my laptop the other day before my father got out of bed. He’s been sleeping late, so if mom steps out to run errands, I relax for a few and watch something. Anyway, there was a scene in the film where a character is asked “Are you a good person?” The question catches him off guard, he stumbles, then says he believes so. The other character believes him and he must be a good actor because I believed him, too. It was then that I made a HUGE mistake; I thought “How would I answer that?” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. A writer should be prevented from asking him/herself deep questions like because, damn it, we’ll actually put effort into thinking about it.