Fat Man in a Dress

Imagine the scene: A hot & sunny afternoon in Bangkok. Imagine yourself the player: A portly, awkward American gal. You’re taking a short visa mandated trip away from your life in Burma. And you are not unhappy about this. You go out. Wander. Eat mangoes. Talk to people. Get massages. Eat fried bananas from a street vendor. Not bad. Not bad at all. You’re using … Continue reading Fat Man in a Dress

Shrug

What? What will you be? Who will you love? Where will you go? How will you get there? When will you go? Why will you do these things? Heavy fucking questions. Heavy fucking questions we ask ourselves. All the time. Heavy fucking questions others ask of us. We ask of them. And the answers. Those pesky little responses that we’re forced to provide. They change. … Continue reading Shrug