And like o.k.: There's this particular writer whose work I've read and enjoyed and whom I find interesting and irritating all in one big, messy mouthful of come-one-come-all (talkin' bout chyoo JD). Yeah so, brutha man goes on about fat folks in his stories and he himself is pretty thin (cute, though - I'm shallow, ok?) Curious bit that I don't quite get unless the writer's a reformed fatty. And if so ??? Ah, the tricky ickiness of body politics (which needs its own moment of contemplation ... like how I've been body-shamed, but yeah I digress.) Anyway, dude also has a fondness for riffin' on why Asian girls go with white guys. But..but..but ... JD's partner is hapa haole. Just like me! So does he believe deep down she should be living with a Chinese man or, at the very least, a half-breed like herself? What is that all about? Does JD worship or despise or just plain could not give two fucks about his lover's DNA that is white-white-whitey-white? Why not go Big, Black & Beautiful, bruh?
Simply put, we like what we like. No tryin' to deny it. Humans, each and every one of us. Being human is a tough gig to pull off no matter the narrative one espouses from atop the mountain.
Well, as I do, here I go to face the day and try to relate to Every Body best I can 'cause we are all dodging one shit storm or another. Ain't it all supposed to be about love? Tolerance, too? Minding one's own bloody business when it comes to affairs of the heart and parts farther south? Fear of a halfie planet, indeed! Bring it. Here's hoping you stay open-minded today, peoples. Best of luck to ya!
Gender Roles
03/02/2017
11/09/2016
Oh, beautiful ...
Trump.
Not my first choice, let me tell you.
If you have your shit together and house in order, whoever occupies the Oval Office will have minimal effect on your day-to-day. If you struggle to put food on the table, Trump will have minimal effect on your day-to-day.
We are all plunged into a stupefying alternate reality / parallel dimension / bizarro world / episode of The Twilight Zone.
Pray to the old gods and the new, and *don't touch that dial, America.
*<insert old fogey reference as desired>
10/06/2015
Make Up
Make up whatever narrative
fits the occasion
be a leader
be a follower
be controlled by:
*fashion
*popular opinion
*the feel-goods
walk in the opposite
direction just to
piss people off
and then listen
to what they have
to say about ...
behavior
lies
in the
crack
that
separates
daydreams
and
done deeds.
08/18/2015
Dawn
[monsters hold down jobs] Some days you feel these steps have been laid out for you and you're slowly catching up with a predetermined outcome. [dawn is a hollow promise] I dare you to take a wrong turn. Just can't happen. Walk...run...[a shot in the dark] Makes no difference at all. You'll get there in the end.
08/17/2015
Chore
Maya earned a college degree, damn it! Ralph and the kids didn't give a second thought to Mom's intellect. They just needed her to make their lives a little less of a hassle. For instance, Maya knew how to separate the laundry. She'd happily tell them all cold water worked for most things. Maya dreamed of rivulets and great sweeping sheets of icy blue water. She often pictured herself clad in overstretched sweats, negotiating treacherous rapids on a rather enlarged under-the-rim bowl deodorizer, paddling madly with a wickedly big brush. She was going to get to her destination regardless of discomfort and danger. Regardless of loneliness and lungs filled with pure mountain runoff. All she had to do was take a deep breath, point her toes in the right direction, and hold on. Maya'd grown tired of scrubbing the commode every time she had to pee. What a chore, but how else could she sit down in peace? Turbulent, torrential water washed away a multitude of sins.
06/09/2015
Hot Potato
What Edwina did was write a 19th century-style novel praising the CTW and readers never noticed or didn't care. The easily impressed and highly enthusiastic masses cried: This book is amazing! However, when one's main character is emotionally dependent on others, intellectually incurious, and ill-equipped to think critically, we may as well root for the potted dieffenbachia in the corner of the protagonist's living room. Meaningful, thought-provoking narrative does a body good, but it also seems to be an acquired taste. Life's bitter moments often teach us a more valuable lesson than the sweet and quick fix of a happy ending that goes down smooth as butter. But what defines 'happy?' What is 'The End' and how does one get there? Why the hell, in 2015, do we cling so tenaciously to gender stereotypes? Don't bother asking Edwina.
06/06/2015
Skinned Alive
Micah didn't think of himself as a fish out of water. He didn't like the confinement of schools, is all. The more people wandered into his circle, the more Micah felt outside the action, like an observer of an experiment with which he had no connection. Crowds made for lonesome company, so the back of the classroom, back pressed against a cellulite-patterned taupe wall, was the most comfortable seat to sit and listen to his hopscotching thoughts. Like the one about
the new girl's skin is shiny not oily shiny but more like she tosses glitter in the air and runs through the cloud of sparkly particulates until she's sufficiently covered the effect is not unpleasing but it makes her look like the survivor of a crafts store explosion but her braids are nice and I like how the patches of her skin not hidden under little foil slivers like silver reminds me of Gramp's Jerseys makes me miss the farm but we're only real as someone else's memory
Micah had no reason to be, really, but he was interested in the new girl and wanted to know what she called herself. He knew what the others called her, but no parent would give a kid a name like that. Not where he was from, anyway. Despite Micah's warmish feelings toward her, the new girl gave off a haunted, hunted vibe strong enough to give Micah nerve pain in his teeth. The chill that ran through his body when he got within a few feet of her was love and revulsion all bound up in one big spine-rattling shiver.
03/18/2015
Siren
What I do feeds me.
Heart
Body
Mind
Soul.
Nourished.
No siren goes broke.
12/28/2014
Girls and Boys
What are girls' stories? What are boys' stories? What happens if a boy likes a story a girl likes? Hey, what was the answer to the first question? Inclusion, not exclusion, encourages dialogue. We're on the right track now! But wait. I count way too many heads pushed to the margins. Let's invite them in. Bet they've got rich, juicy tales to tell. Get us all talking. Half way there if we're not afraid of the truth.
In.
Out of.
Context.
She would lay down her life for him.
He wants to consume her.
A wise man once said: "That's your difference right there between girls and boys."
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