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Six weeks ago, under the “Special Instructions” section of my Last Will and Testament, I quite literally added an ironclad codicil that — if they wish to partake of my simolians — at my funeral service, all of my future … Continue reading →

On your own blog or Facebook page, list five things that you are NOT: 1) I am not down for the neglect, abuse, torment, suffering, or destruction of ANY living, breathing, sentient being. Dogs are my gods. Pearlie Mae is … Continue reading →

An Old Hooker and New Mama. I remember that when this shot was taken, my beautiful, tiny, newborn son, Hunter (yes, named for the Good Doctor, himself), was mewling just out of frame, causing my milk to immediately drop, causing … Continue reading →

Here I am, politically canoodling with my old pal, former California State Assemblyman, Mike Briggs…at what I do believe was his election night victory party, 1998. Yeah, don’t let those boyish, clean-cut, prep-school looks fool you: I don’t give a … Continue reading →

“Don’t bear your sins: Confess them. Don’t wear your hair shirt of pain: Throw it off, redesign it, and give it to someone who might need it for warmth. I grew up in a society that asked us to keep … Continue reading →

“Kicking Bird: How many? John Dunbar: Like the stars.”        — One old friend inquiring of another as to the numbers of white men yet coming to The West, “Dances With Wolves” Despite being a Pound Puppy of … Continue reading →

“Nothing is worse than to finish a good shit, then reach over and find the toilet paper container empty. Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass.”   — Charles Bukowski  

Quite literally one of the finest, most astonishing, most fearless actors of our time or any other. I just watched him in his expertly wretched turn as the toady, grotesque, pretentious Freddy in “The Talented Mr. Ripley” not two nights … Continue reading →

Two decades ago — long before the endless legions of Mommy Bloggers writing about childbirth like they were the first ones to EVER do it, long before mainstream celebrity culture FETISHIZED babies and motherhood — there was Ariel Gore and her alternative … Continue reading →

All of my life, I have inexplicably loved the date January 17th. For no reasonably apparent reason. I’ve just always liked the color of it, the look of it, the feel of it, the sound of it. Yes, 17 itself … Continue reading →