I have created a variety of short anecdotes and occasionally have an opinion or two.
Fun with Dick
Under the pseudonym of Dick, I write slightly embellished non-fictional short stories. Born in 2010, Dick comes and goes as the wind blows. Dick is a homosexual boy who doesn’t want to be the butt of every joke so, instead, he chooses to rise to the occasion, becoming the first one to always say something inappropriate.
As the world turns, as the flowers bloom, as the COVID spreads I am trying to stay normal, trying to stay sane and trying not to harass Tales and Kobo too much. Everything I read about how to fortify your mental health during this crisis recommends maintaining your routine as much as possible. Lethargy and
Some people like children no matter what. Even if the children are blowing mucus bubbles, shitting up their backs and practicing for their next Screamo concert. Some people only like children if they crawl, tentacles and all, from their own uterus and fly around the room – my friend Jane had a very interesting childbirth.
Once upon a time, not that long ago actually – just long enough that forgetfulness starts to set in – there was juicy peach. The peach was luscious with a soft blend of blood and gold. Everyone thought the peach was the cream of the crop for it was smart, beautiful, confident and followed the
Sometimes, when we are hunting lovers, we catch a glimpse of that fluffy white tail and chase it down with tunnel vision and a slavering maw. We are so focused that we miss all the other quizzical prey standing around waiting to fill our mouths. Sometimes we think we have felled the most beautiful and
Since 2015, Copenhagen has claimed the top spot on the list of bicycle-friendly cities in the world. Their cycling infrastructure cost them €134 million over the past 10 years. That’s a butt-load of money, you might say, but when 62% of your city’s population uses cycling as a method of transportation (and only 9% drive
Kissing Tales for the first time was a sober experience (not to be confused with a sobering experience); it was unpredictable and left me wanting more. Most of my first kisses were reckless inebriated exchanges of saliva; they were exhilarating at the time, but lifeless the next day. My very first kiss with a boy,