I tried to write some smut. It got away from me and turned into social commentary. Now I don't know what to call it. They sat in the board room, two dixie cups from the water cooler and an open bottle of champagne between them. The merger had been a success - one six… Continue reading Comfortable Silences
Her shoulders are hunched as she takes each knock-kneed baby step toward the kitchenette, using her french-manicured and liver-spotted hands to steady herself on any furniture she passes along the way. I offer to help, but no. She won't allow it. I sit back and send an email to work that I'll be late this… Continue reading Ritual
But my life turned out okay, didn't it? That's the answer I'd expect from some people after I write the post I want to write. This wouldn't be the response I'd get from the people who already "get it." It would be from the ones who regularly refute the premise, but for some reason, they'd… Continue reading Walls of Jericho
Today I posted a link to an article on Huffington Post by a woman has made a valiant effort to convey what it's like to live as a woman (and I will add my personal amendment to include those who present as women). It was a shared post from a man who urged other men… Continue reading If I include a pretty picture of me, will you read it?
Once upon a time I thought I was telepathic. No, not really, but once upon a time, I behaved as though the men I was interested in could read my mind. With a look or a series of hints, I could convey my desires and they'd have the option to either make them happen or… Continue reading Using my words
My house has an odd medicinal smell to it. I don't know if it's caused by whatever mysterious process is going on in the downstairs guest room that has been quarantined while they have these enormous drying machines running 24/7 since Saturday. But I do know that I didn't start smelling the new not-entirely-pleasant smell… Continue reading Stink
I'm falling. I was laying on my back on some sort of exercise bench that was rickety and only long enough to support me from ass to shoulders. My head was hanging backward off one end, and I was struggling to find a position or some leverage that would stabilize my legs without aggravating the… Continue reading Priorities