I imagine most if not all of you know the legend of the birth of Aphrodite (or Venus, as the case may be)? The best know version (I think) is that the children of Ouranos (the Sky Father) turned on him, castrated him and threw his “severed genitals” (as they often put it) into the…
One of the downsides of working for a regional lab is not getting Christmas Eve off. But we don’t return to work until January 3rd, a humane indulgence for those who like to celebrate more vigorously. National and metro think we’re funny that way. Even though Christmas Eve is nominally still a full workday, people…
When I was in the 3rd Grade, Monet was one of my favorite artists. I’d just discovered oil pastels (being rather young for oil paints) and they were the perfect thing to do impressionist “paintings” on 5×7 notecards, inspired my Monet’s Water Lilies. I produced one, showed my mom, and she was impressed. She gave…
Now that you know where it all began, when did it all begin? The Monday before Christmas last year. Monday mornings are a bit special at my job. They are usually slow, giving me and Brody time to rehash our weekend. Now, everyone has a fatal flaw. In Brody’s case, he loves cricket. I think…
I tried out a slightly different style for this image, giving it a different feel. What do you think? Do you have a preference? Your views are valuable!
“It all began right here, in this office.” I stole that line from a movie and if you’re a film buff, you might recognize it. I stole it cuz I think it’s a great opening line and it’s perfect and it’s not like I can do better… so there ya go. Except you gotta give…
I walk into our apartment after dropping Erin off and grabbing a quick breakfast at my favorite café to find Amie on the couch, looking like something dragged in by a not very picky cat. Her sleek black hair is across her face in a messed-up tangle, she’s wearing her old Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and I think that’s it. The shirt’s long but not…
The sound of a door opening, followed by giggling and a couple of dull thumps, jerks me awake. Great. Savannah’s roommate is back. And she’s not alone. No matter how tired I am, I never sleep deeply in strange surroundings and now my ears are hyper-attuned as I hear footsteps and a muffled whisper. “Careful. Savannah’s sleeping.” “Oops,” a very femme, rather tipsy sounding voice…
Six flights of stairs are a lot. Growing up in Colorado, snowboarding was my winter workout and I mountain biked in summer but since I moved here, it’s had to be the gym and with my job lately, it hasn’t even been that. So I’m not in the shape I’d like to be. After five flights, my thighs are burning and I’m regretting my aversion…
This is a more revealing version of the image I posted yesterday. Goddess do not hide themselves… I hope you enjoy!
Tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tappity-tap… TAP. That’s the sound of my index finger against the steering wheel of my jeep. Yeah, I tap my finger like a mad woman when I’m anxious, worried, or angry and right now I’m all three. Worried about what Erin’s gonna walk into. Anxious if I’m doing the right thing. Angry that anyone should be in this…
“Hey? How are you doing? Okay?” I look up. She’s waiting there, Savannah, a worried look still on her face. Her teeth catch the corner of her lips for a moment, drawing my focus there. It’s disconcerting. I hate that I worried her. I also should not be staring at her lips. “Yeah. I’m doing… fine,” I lie. And not well. I have no idea…
A Work in Progress! Sapphic age-gap, fake-GF romance. Ch’s 1 & 2