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thirty years later…
I had to take a little time off from the “other” blog, from writing in general. I’d written about the rape. Again. It’s hard. I was going to say You don’t know what you take from us when you rape us. But, I’d be speaking to people who either don’t care – those who rape on uncontrollable instinct, who feel entitled; or to those who do care – those who rape with the intent of breaking our soul – pimps, … Continue reading
ode to my depression
Alcohol was my answer to The Depression. My first answer. It worked for a while, until it didn’t. It worked until it needed something…extra. Tuinals, nembutals, lysergic acid diethylamide, seconals, amyl nitrate, mescaline, peyote, cocaine, crank, quaaludes, heroin. Just a little something extra on top of the alcohol, for the deep soul sucking hole inside of me…The Depression. It worked. For a while. Then… Something extra, on top of the alcohol and the already extras, prescriptions were added like the … Continue reading
colonoscoparty or there’s a party in my pants
I’m high risk for colon cancer. Okay, everybody gets something. I hadn’t minded until today. Up until today regular colonoscopys meant getting an intravenous Demerol/Versed cocktail. It’s not for everyone, of course. I think of it as an acquired taste, like Scotch. Or Heroin. My own doctor hates it, he says it makes him feel like he’s floating on the roof. Exactly, I say, exactly. Nah, he says, people don’t like it because it takes too long to get clear … Continue reading