Tital stolen from St. Vincent I can’t believe I’m doing yet another post on this subject. This’ll be my last – for a while at least. I’d rather hang myself than have a poly-blog. But jealousy is a complex issue that insists on taking up lots of space. And, as I said in my last post, …
(Title stolen from Tech N9ne) I’ve written dozens of posts before my last, many much more offensive than the preceding two or three. Never before though, have people so felt the need to defend, or argue for, their life decisions. Apparently, me answering some questions and blathering on about why, for many, polyamory may actually be a valid choice, …
(Title stolen from New Order and beaten into submission) Apparently, the bondage of wedlock is a holy, unbreakable institution – that might shatter and crumble like a communion wafer if I keep spitting my little opinions at it. Or at least that’s what some seem to believe, judging by their reactions to my digitally ephemeral …
(Tital stolen form Doug Stanhope) As one might imagine, my last post called many generous souls from the (ivory) woodwork to grant me a peek at their enlightenment. Marriages, they tell, give you tax-breaks, give spouses power-of-attorney if one becomes incapacitated, makes wills and inheritances much easier, helps kids do better in school, clears up …
Tital stolen from the Gogol Bordello song I’m not the type of person who gets invited to a lot of weddings, for a number of reasons – not all of which are my fault. Firstly, whether it’s because they’re iconoclastic, or cynical my friends aren’t usually the type for such quaint traditions. But I do …
Of all the things you’ll ever do in your life, sex is the most important. Yes, without a little assault with a friendly weapon every now and again, your life would be completely meaningless, or at least that’s what science tells us. It used to be Survival of the Fittest meant the strongest, cleverest, and/or bestest, beasties …
If you look at it dispassionately, clinically, you’ve got to admit that parts of Catholicism look a-whole-lot like some sort of Psychological/Sociological experiment to find out how much it’ll take to make a heterosexual Man of God want to fuck little boys. Now, this may sound a tad harsh, but remember, we’re just examining the …
Throughout our lives everything about us changes; our looks, our values, our memories, all of it, right down to an atomic level. Maybe that’s one of the reasons so many are obsessed with butterflies. All over the world these bugs are symbols of transformation. Between their births and their deaths they reshape themselves into things …
(Title stolen from, but unrelated to a Crisis song) I’ve seen the light! I think I now understand why sex is evil. Once upon a time, back when the Earth was full of gods, devils, and ‘innocents,’ all that anyone ever knew were things that they’d seen, or had been told. Folks were just trying …