The Death of Burlesque
Burlesque’s Tragic Demise In January of 1974, I left my college dorm for the last time and headed for the big city of Rochester, New York to begin my new career. All it took for me to toss my graduation cap into the air and don a sequined G-String was the opportunity to dance my heart out every night and get paid for it. After having danced on Broadway in my mind since I turned five, that was a dream come true.
A Test to Pass
The call came in at 8AM on a Monday. My background check had come back clean; urinalysis was the last hiring hurdle. I was given until 2PM to claim my lab order, and afforded 48 hours from the moment I did so to tackle the task.
Brat Kink? Is it a Thing? It Just Might Be... Okay?
“A-whoo-hooooo.” - your werewolf sounds that is like music to my ears and my favourite sounds ever and is what makes me love my soulmate so much.
- Top Story - December 2023
I can't cry
There's a girl on the inside of my mind, who keeps fighting with me. Asking me questions I can't oblige, but I listen just to see.
- Top Story - December 2023
What My Therapist Doesn't Know
It's a freezing day in December, almost Christmas. My breath puffs out like clouds of cigarette smoke in the clear night air of the motel parking lot. At the moment, I wish it was cigarette smoke because I can't remember being this nervous in a very long time. Maybe the Christmas Eve service twenty years ago, when a pushy grandmother shoved her mini-skirted teen granddaughter up to the piano in our little Baptist Church and plopped an unfamiliar piece of music before me, stating, "Missy is going to sing. Play this."
Just a Little Fever
It started innocently enough – just a little fever. The kind that makes you think a good night's sleep and a few over-the-counter pills will fix everything. Little did I know that this seemingly insignificant fever would unravel into a series of events that would reshape my perspective on life.
Women are your fields. Plow into them as you like. Is this your mantra? Am I mistaken? I blame myself as much as I blame you. When you said you were sorry, I knew the meaning behind your apology. You’re sorry for leading me on. You’re sorry for fetishizing me. You’re sorry for all the empty promises. But what about me? Where did I go in losing myself to be your fantasy? A fantasy. I remember that’s what you called me. You told me I was a fantasy because I'm the darkest person you’re talking to. That doesn’t sound real or right. So I was the darkest one, not the only one. What makes color a fantasy? Am I not real to you anymore? Maybe I never was. I was warned of the sexual exploitation and exoticism bestowed upon me by society. I thought you were different. I thought you loving me would potentially eradicate stereotypes and break down the walls of bias. But no. I am one of many with the same story.
Lost in Time: The Adult Who Accidentally Traveled to the 17th Century and Survived a Series of Awkward Encounters
I came across an enigmatic relic that transported me to a world without cellphones and fast-food drive-through, in the everyday hallways of my twenty-first-century existence. All of a sudden, I was Joe Thompson, the unintentional time traveler, stranded in the mysterious seventeenth century.
Annoying habits - if you don't stop doing that I'm going to scream!
The rhythmic tapping echoed through the room, a relentless assault on my sanity. It was a sound so innocuous yet increasingly infuriating, like a water droplet persistently hitting the same spot. I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but the tapping invaded my concentration, demanding acknowledgment.
Ending a Long-Term Friendship
Two years ago, on the first day of October in 2021, I sent a message to my best friend of fourteen years, Cassandra*. I respectfully and succinctly told her how I had been feeling the last few months. I told her how I felt that she had become uninterested in our friendship. I told her she was off the hook, that she didn’t need to speak to me anymore if she didn’t want to.
Love in Tough Times
Introduction Love is a beautiful and complex emotion. When we say "I do," we pledge to love our spouse through thick and thin. But let's face it, no matter how much we love our partner, there are moments when we don't particularly like them. It's perfectly normal. After all, we're all unique individuals with our quirks, moods, and idiosyncrasies. In this article, we'll explore practical ways to love your spouse when you find yourself in one of those seasons where you don't always like them. We'll approach this topic with a light and friendly tone, because, after all, love should be a joyful journey!
Reigniting the Flame
Introduction Love, laughter, and intimacy are the cornerstones of a strong and healthy relationship. Yet, in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, couples often find themselves overwhelmed, stressed, and struggling to find time for the essential element of physical intimacy: sex. In this article, we will explore the challenges couples face in maintaining a satisfying sex life amidst the chaos of daily existence, offering practical tips to reignite the spark and overcome common obstacles.