A little dissertation about the current state of my sex life which always blurs into my love life and both need a little attention right abo

I’m listening to an album called Spiritual War by this band called Fertile Ground. It accidentally came on a random playlist a couple of days ago. It brings back so many memories. Particularly a song called “Broken Branches.” I used to listen that song all the time back in the day. It was released in 2000. Can you fucking believe that? Seventeen fucking years! Has it been that long? I was new to Los Angeles. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for adventure and change, thinki

Listening to "Goodbye" by Lizz Wright. I used to listen to this song on repeat and just cry my eyes out thinking about Dean. It's just so weird thinking about it now. It just seems like lightyears away. I used to REALLY be in love with that guy. I can barely remember it now. What I do recollect are the mountains of journal entries I used to write about him and how all my friends said that I was bugging them too much complaining about him. It feels like a movie; like I'm remem

So I went to a pool party. A lot of stuff happened. Well not a LOT, I was just on the rag for some strange reason, my emotions were just COMPLETELY out of whack. Kept thinking about the ex-boyfriend. Let’s back up a little. I wound up meeting up with Abdul at the bathhouse a couple of days earlier. We had already made plans to meet up at the pool party to do some deep hermano y hermano heart space talking, so the bathhouse was something “extra” for me. Especially since the Mo

As our country’s cultural diversity grows with each passing generation, we have to adapt to the tonal changes made in the way we communicate

I’m convinced Kat Von D is my spirit animal. Kat Von D is this tattoo artist based here in L.A. The first time I ever heard of her was when she was in all the tabloids for dating Jesse James… the ex-husband of Oscar Award winning actress Sandra Bullock. I remember because I was under the impression that Jesse James, a notorious man whore who sleeps with as many different women during the course of a day as a baby does taking a shit, slept with her while still being married to

I have been in the worst mood. Last week I think was the absolute worst mood so far since the “Happening.” I have so been wanting to slide my laptop into my heart and just record all of the horrible depths of depravity that it has experienced, which is a little odd to say right now considering the fact that I am in one of the best moods I have been in since the “Happening”. I am sitting in the outdoor patio of the Starbucks on Santa Monica and LaBrea, sipping on an iced coff

“Like the fear that you're standing here 'cause you want to be liked Like you know you need your instrument But does your instrument need to be mic'd” -Ani DiFranco The only problem that I have found with having split personalities is that none of them know when to shut the fuck up; “Split Personality” in the vein of naming different aspects of my persona. Not necessarily in the dramatic sense a la “Sybil” but I’m thinking more on the level of “United States of Tara” mi

One of Aesop’s more flawed fables is that of the Fox and the Leopard. In it, the haughty Leopard tries to convince the Fox that he is clearly the more beautiful creature considering the luxuriousness of his mane and the magnificent embellishment of spots within it. The Fox in turn tells the Leopard that the cunningness, wiliness and guile within his spirit are more magnificent than any embellishment any animal could simply display within their fur, thus his inner beauty (as w

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So I'm writing a piece for this Black Bear inclined blog that I have been ever so lucky to be acquainted with and the piece requires me to do a bit of self reflection and take a few nostalgic (and uncomfortable) trips down memory lane. Mainly when it comes to my dealings with the ever (in)famous Notaboyfriend... Dean. The whole excursion combined with the recent manscaping of my grey wool inclined face has definitely pushed the idea of my own mortality into the forefront of m

I can also tell you that last night, for the first time in a really, REALLY long time, I thought about kissing Dean. I can honestly tell you that I tried doing that on other occasions but could never bring myself to do it. I fast forwarded past some sort of sitcom worthy scenario that would bring us together and I kissed him. And then we fucked. I imagined him trying to hold onto me when I tried to leave, he wanted me to stay. I imagined that I just broke down crying uncontr

Adventures in big boy sex parties.

You know what coming out of the closet was for me? Helping the community, meeting Sandra Bernhard and hoping to raise a family one day.