When Sex in the City came out, women were talking about the premise, "Why can't women fuck around non-comittally like men." Many of the more progressive girls I talk to brag about their "hook ups" and their flirtations with polyamory. They fancy themselves thoroughly modern, thoroughly liberated. But a recent blogging by an acquaintance of mine, which was amazingly confessional, showed the dark side of that philosophy and lifestyle. It seems that the Sex in the City type women have not s... read more

sometimes i hate hipsters and boho types and postmodernism and liberal, urban values. sometimes i think i want to become mennonite. but i'd make a bad pacifist. could i be a mennonite and a modified pacifist?

all you lovers blissed and buzzing on aftersex oxytocin haze
and all you shivering little animals in your warm little nests
and all you out there in manic weekend fits
of chemically induced ecstacy
feel the warm sound and the glowing lights
Good night Los Angeles Good night

I'm like the guy waiting outside the girl's window tossing pennies up at the window. The pennies keep piling up. The guy just drinks and throws pennies, drinks and throws pennies. "Get away from the window you lecher," yells the landlady. "I'm her boyfriend." "Yeah, right, you loser, go away or i'll call the cops." "No, lady, i swear to god, i'm her boyfriend." "Then how come she won't let you in?" "I think i'm her boyfriend--I was yesterday--then last night she was furious and said a... read more

Sometimes life can have moments of profoundly sublime ecstacy. Sometimes life can have moments of awkward, fumbling, frustrating disconnection. Uh...you know. Sometimes I can be so articulate and sometimes I talk like a cave man. alkjjsdfpjao[uigpuoizhzfxgglkjh asdoijpoiiqhewrtopiuiadfgkhj a;dfflhkgjahdfg;ljahdfgg a;ldhjkfggoiiuqre8t8uu;iihdffg;lh ailjdfgpoiuuadffpogigiuuartt Love transcends all of it, I hear, 'stretches like a bridge over all the gaps. That's what love does. Th... read more