A wrecking ball… is something else entirely.

It’s come to this: I sit with a glass of red, my emotions in a rage. Love. Crippled hope. Fear. Futility. Exhaustion. Defeat. A daisy chain of disquiet. Tumultuous seas confined to the teacup that is my chest cavity. A kaleidoscopic sideshow only I am privy to. Yep, that about covers it. It’s the first emotionContinue reading “A wrecking ball… is something else entirely.”

Give my best to your wishful thinking.

I feel a wealth of sadness today. I’m not sure why. If I had to guess, I’d say there is desire and futility battling it out in my chest, with defeat as the veracious victor. It’s maddening that the only kindred men I meet are unavailable. I suppose in the musical chairs of life, whereContinue reading “Give my best to your wishful thinking.”

the wuc bytes – crazy stupid love

I feel full of pith. Like Pithy Longstocking, or Gladys Knight with a lisp. “Pith it out!” (To be whooped in titillated Tourettes.) This week, I’m doing my usual gig plus extra duties for the Big Cheese (the boss of my new boss). Or Blue Cheese, as the case may be. For, if we’re grading onContinue reading “the wuc bytes – crazy stupid love”

Watch how good I fake it.

I met a beautiful man tonight. Beautiful in intelligence. Beautiful in eloquence. Beautiful in movie knowledge. Beautiful in spirit and garb. Ugly in unavailability. He was, quite simply: all that I have learned to live without. Like most taken men, they don’t realize the golden light they shine upon you which speaks of prose andContinue reading “Watch how good I fake it.”

Well, wuc me gently with a chainsaw.

So. This week’s been fairly Oliver Stone, I don’t mind sayin’. Or, as the kindly black man says to the portly, ultimately acquiescent Kellerman at the close of Dirty Dancing: lots of changes, old Max. Lots of changes. First, I had drinks with the gunslingers. I know, right. I have no godly excuse for suchContinue reading “Well, wuc me gently with a chainsaw.”