Reading
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Indoctrinated As Straight
“There ought to be a time in one’s adult life which is dedicated to rediscovering the most important readings of our youth. Even if the books remain the same (though they too change, in the light of an altered historical perspective), we certainly have changed, and this later encounter is therefore completely new. –Italo Calvino, Continue reading
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E-Girl: A Transgender Romance Tale by Nikki Crescent
Rating: What It’s About: John has no future prospects. He wasted a decade of his life trying to achieve his dream of becoming a professional gamer. Now in his thirties, he’s working a dead-end job at GameStop and living at home with his parents. The only thing John has to look forward to is Billie Continue reading
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These are not resolutions
The dry spell isn’t over. 2016 brought so much and gave so little away, creative wise. And it’s difficult to remain optimistic about the dawning new year. So many poor decisions were made this year. It started with the decision to only read books of a certain genre. It quickly derailed. Much worse than the Continue reading
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The Problem of the Puer Aeternus
My mind is killing me. On the one hand, with Sertraline in my system, my mood’s improved significantly. While scientists haven’t found a cure (to my knowledge) for innate cynicism, I’m not as angry after work as before. Also my dips are spread apart (two since I started taking the pill in March), so that’s Continue reading
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The End of Phase 2 Pt. 3: Notes.
From the pages of Thought Processing (my handwritten journal): Purchase a copy of Yes Please by Amy Poehler and highlight the shit out of that book. Screw the partnership. Start writing posts for the books we carry and hopefully others will follow. Maybe ask local writer friends to write a post about their favorite book Continue reading
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I Just Want to Know You
There’s always a jolt of panic before a reading. I’ve done this hundreds of times in different venues, in front of different faces. It never fails that moments before I even set foot inside the venue, I become a lyric from an Eminem song. A blast of anxiety rushes through my head the moment my Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 