Smokescreens & Magazines

Birthday! Birthday! It’s my birthday. Astrologically I’m a cancer and recently this little crab has been weathering a bit of a storm. The namesake of my zodiac sign has made an unwanted and unwelcomed appearance in my life, promising to make this summer a memorable one.  * * * I like smoking. I like the smell of it, I like the taste of it and … Continue reading Smokescreens & Magazines

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