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
You think presence is presence. I know that absence is more than.
“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.
Some days, I feel it. I am still young (enough) but I am no longer simply young. My bones, they creak
I love men’s bodies.
People have written odes, arias, even operas for me Thrown at my feet their bodies and souls in effort for my favor
Women inspire fear and worship in a way that is elemental. Men cannot compare.
I want to live a public life.
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
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