(isn’t me, but looks like me as a kid, while sucking my thumb) This post isn’t very AMWF related, but I’ll post it anyways because why the hell not. And it involves Lin some as he is a part of my life these days. Lately I tend to enjoy writing self-deprecating concessions more than anything… More Que sera sera
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything here. As it turns out… life keeps moving rapidly. Even when you keep yelling for a time out. No rest for the semi-wicked, either. Especially when running a new business with your little sister and bickering over her relapse into cigarette smoking. Prozac… Lin asked me… More Sweet Lin and why white women are crazy
I have come across my fair share of pervaphobes during my adulthood. And there have been times where my actions and words have been grotesquely and magnificently misconstrued by a few previous lovers due to their own fears and/or childhood to adolescent abuse having triggered a variety of defense mechanisms. Here is one example… Amongst… More sexual proclivities of an off-white devil
…in a bungalow on the gulf coast. And I’m working on a story inspired by a new friend from NY, wondering how nasty and twisted I wanna get with this new story. And whether or not I should evoke an erotic experience I shared with a lover, who happened to be from Seoul, South Korea.… More Holed Up in Mexico Beach City
Originally posted on A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself:
? “The master of ceremonies asked people to say what they thought the function of the novel might be in modern society, and one critic said, ‘To provide touches of color in rooms with all-white walls.’ Another one said, ‘To describe blow-jobs artistically.’” -Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse…
I’ve decided to become a wino. At least for the next few days… then I’ll travel south with my doggy comrade, Fuzzy B, towards the gulf of Mexico, rent a cabin near the beach and swim in the ocean for several days. And I’ll think about nothing. Just be in the sea. My doctor told me… More Wino forever.
“Okay,” I said. Taking off my clothes, I could see Della’s face through the door knob hole. She disappeared for a moment. “Della? uh…where’d you go?” I asked. I could hear her straining slightly, then appearing farther back than before, i saw her looking right at me… topless. I gulped and moved my head for… More Bewildering White Girls (Part IV) –Barton Pham