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Soft as adamantium

It’s crazy…people think I’m soft, soft like a pillow but deep inside – wait, no, just underneath the surface I am hard, hard like metal Hard like steel Titanium Adamantium So hard it may as well be unreal (I’m not real) I drink. I can drink. I do drink; drink rivers Drink waterfalls Drink like … Continue reading

Be wary the optimist

Never trust an optimist. You see, a cynic will simply fail to take action. A realist will only do as much as they think will have real impact. But an optimist has tied his identity to the positive, in being right, and will be willing to commit terrible acts to make it so. The only … Continue reading

For want of everything

I want everything for us. I want for us to have a full life. Continue reading

violent things

“Behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something.” “Strength of emotion or an unpleasant or destructive natural force.” The physical. The emotional. Primal. 

Modern Love: Suitability

There is a term we use in my business: suitability. Suitability is a determination of whether a specific trade was aligned with the risk profile, strategy, and investment needs of a client. Suitability. Such a clean term; such a difficult thing to prove as yea or nay. 

Hellogoodbye 2014/2015

Last year, I was in a crazy, desperate, terrible and terrifying place. And it was wonderful, in retrospect, for my perfect world to be pushed askew; for all of my foundations to be shaken, my closely held truths to be put to the test, my faith to be fashioned into a punching bag for Reality. … Continue reading

A question of commitment

I finished a book last night, My Education by Susan Choi, and I’m grateful for it coming across my desk and grateful for having read it thoroughly, from cover to cover, from the first word to the last. Because it has freed me to speak my mind about why I have struggled, internally, to commit to … Continue reading

This struggle

She’s somewhere not with me right now, not tonight. Her voice isn’t on the other end of the line; not the raspy sound of her drawing a deep breath; not the snuffles as she holds back the looming sleepiness; not the comfort of being fully known to another soul.

Check Your (Queer) White Privilege

This is a post I don’t want to write. But, I need to because it’s a truth, a raw one, that needs to be spoken. And I won’t be accused of holding back or hiding; I’m too old for that sort of thing and the world is too big for small-living. I must preface, however, … Continue reading

a primary truth

Too often we see essays, diatribes, against the “cult of womanhood”, as women writers often speak of heartbreak and emotions; of feelings and pain and hurt — the undertone is that this is a weakness, it is a recessional of the weak, about the weak, and for the weak. They are wrong.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

April 2018
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