( Title suggested in a song by William Elliot Whitmore ) Goodness help us, it’s inauguration day for the 45th president of the United States. And while yes, three million more citizens voted for his opponent, and that out of the 58 elections so far, only 12 have snuck into the White House with fewer electoral …
Back in the springtime of my life, Mama and I would wander wherever the wind blew us. It was hard for her to feel at home anywhere, or with anyone. It wasn’t any old cliché about it being me and her against the world, because there wasn’t anybody else on our planet. Not until I started …
(Title stolen from Bad Religion’s absolutely brutal first album) What class are you? If you’ve ever heard this question it’s probably only been once or twice, and from a young ’un who didn’t know any better. If you’re from the United States it’s because we don’t believe in such things, and if you’re from anywhere …
Believe it or not, title stolen from a band! How we talk and think about emotions is an offense to feelings. We say we’re; happy, surprised, scared, angry, sad, disgusted, or whatever, as if it’s that simple. As if we only ever feel one thing at a time. That’s the emotional equivalent of a child’s …
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 …