As you age and try to put together your next steps, it becomes easy to feel disappointed, less than and begin comparing yourself to others. In my personal life, I am now seeing friends, colleagues and ex-classmates surpass me in their career and social visibility. While the adult, grown-up mind in me says, of course,… Read More »
Passion is for teenagers and foreigners. Marge Simpson Americans do not like nor understand passion. As a nation, our responses to passionate individuals includes excommunication and if this does not hinder the passionate individual, there is also death. As a passionate person, my motivations and sense of urgency are often looked upon with suspicion, disgust… Read More »
Americans have had one solid year of angst and disbelief. Prince, David Bowie, Muhammad Ali, George Michael all checked out with very little warning or preparation for those of us committed to lives of mastery and courage. For me, 2016 was all about trying to figure out and navigate new systems with no understanding of… Read More »
In the two months since his death, Prince has become more popular than ever. I have loved and admired this man and his talent for 30 years. While people worldwide mourn his passing and scramble to find a suitable replacement(impossible), my focus is on honoring the legacy of his music and the bravery and courage… Read More »
Miss Brown was an addict, a sex worker, a transgender MTF and my friend. When we became cooking buddies, I began to learn a great deal about transitioning and its challenges. She taught me a great deal about about men, power, money and negotiating of sexual liasons. While I struggled to be progressive, I often… Read More »
“Are you sure you wanna be well sweetheart? A lot of weight when you’re well”. The Salt Eaters The first time I had peach yogurt, I was visiting a friend in a mental institution.
Six pack abs, huge cocks , all night sex parties and drug induced orgies are now officially over.
When baby animals don’t get touched they die. If this is the case for lesser developed creatures, why do we think humans can survive without touch?