Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

This is my new favorite website — concise, wicked, to the bone. One of the very few I know of that truly speaks to the weary, annoyed, eye-rolling, nostril-flared, cultural loathing that dwells deep within my fat, black little heart: … Continue reading →

Recently, one of the broads on my Facebook friends list publicly derided granny panties, opining that they look like ugly, oversized toddler chonies and that wearing them pretty much means you’ve, “given up.” Yes. Of course. Because I am just … Continue reading →

“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know — because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…and when I got it, it turned to dust in my hand.” – Scott Fitzgerald

And with this one smooth, dulcet croon from Our Fearless Leader, one can just sense the sudden rush of dew on Herman Miller Aeron Chairs the nation over. Talk about your “TRUE BLACK”, BITCHES. Like I’ve told you before, my … Continue reading →

Oh, my stars…what a whirlwind weekend of WONDER! Last night my fatass sashayed into an AWESOME club in Little Tokyo with My One True Love and our best girl, Miss Pammie, where we partooketh of a jaw-dropping performance of REAL-DEAL, … Continue reading →

Have you ever dated a guy who made CRAZY EYES when he was fucking you? I’m not talking about “Crazy ‘O’ Face” here — everybody has that, for chrissake. I’m talking about actual CRAZY EYES while he’s nailing you. Talk … Continue reading →

“A genius is someone who shoots at something that no one else can see…and hits it.” One of my writer friends recently put out a call on Facebook asking for the names of creative geniuses, historical and/or contemporary, I am … Continue reading →

The Seven Deadly Sins Day 1 — Pride. Seven awesome things about yourself: 1) I’m a HUGE belly laugher – and I can and do belly laugh at ANYTHING…even tragedy and horror. In fact, belly laughing is how I survive … Continue reading →

I just gotta say that I LOATHE how we have commodified and fetishized babies and motherhood in this culture. Just the thought of it makes my flesh crawl. It’s time to move past the $300 diaper bags with hand-embroidered bluebirds … Continue reading →

My youngest daughter, Anne, and I were hanging out this afternoon, belly laughing and reciting lines from “Bridesmaids”…and at some point we touched on the subject of fear — and I told her, “If I could give you only one … Continue reading →