By Jeff Walsh
With his acoustic album "Motorcycle Childhood," Tyson Meade uses spare arrangement and raw vocals to share details of his life. It's very different from his other role as the openly gay lead singer of the Chainsaw Kittens, where he used to take to the stage in lipstick, tights and mini-skirts.
By Janis Ian
In a small town somewhere at the foot of the Appalachian Mountains, teachers prepare for the coming semester. Professors grimly consult lesson plans, breaking in new Dockers ("I still wear the same size I wore when I graduated," they brag, bellies hanging over their straining waistlines like blubber off Ahab's whaler). Dormitories are surrounded by troops of exterminators bent on eradicating last year's mess before the health department shows up for a final check. The grounds are infested with newly arrived victims, ready to give the university their all and terrified that anything beyond the boundaries of the parents' homes will eat them alive. If they only knew.
By Janis Ian
I am standing with my tit caught in a wringer while a mall-haired technician tells me to relax. I am thinking that if men had to put their testicles in a vise as part of a yearly physical, we would have a cure for the common cold by now. I am very frightened.
The pink slip came as we were leaving on vacation: "We have found what appears to be a routine abnormality..." What's routine about an abnormality? I decide to put on a brave front and joke that in all my life no one has ever called me routine; then I burst into tears. Later on I do the grown-up thing and panic, furtively examining my breasts in the mirror for changes. I'm afraid that if I touch them to check for lumps, I will set something off. I wish they were smaller. I wish they were removable. I wish they were on anyone but me.
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I hate it when people talk about themselves 24/7. Like even if you try to change the subject, they turn back to themselves. If you want to talk about yourself, look in a mirror and chat away. I don't need your life story all in one day. I can barely handle my own life. Thanks.
Icy raindrops slid down the collar of Darren’s shirt as he opened the door to his apartment complex and hurried inside, drying his feet on the welcome mat before sprinting up the staircase. The lobby was dimly lit as usual but he didn’t miss a step as he raced to number 203.
Not much happening in DarkestValley world.
Still with that guy from ages ago, things are better between us, actually a lot better we dont fight anymore! But he's still annoying with the whole, not having a job, #notgoinganywhereinlife agenda.
ha. What's up with all u guys?
Well hello everyone I am back, though not really for the better since last time. I have started writing novel, made 3 suicide attempt and started cutting, one was extremely serious and I came pretty close to dying or so they say, as well as gained a 6th Doctor attitude towards other people in general. Anyone who gets the reference gets plus +1 internet.
I tried to kill myself a few nights ago. I was in a place where I just didn't care anymore and I remembered how my mom is always talking about the stats on deaths due to salmonella, which is actually really common. So I went to the fridge, grabbed a hunk of raw cookie dough, and ate a bunch of it. Then I waited for hours to start to feel the effects, planning on keeping them a secret until it was too late. Thankfully my cookie dough wasn't contaminated and I just got a headache from watching too much TV while I waited.
Hello everyone. I'm back. Since my last post, I've gotten out of my state of depression. I had a surgery and my small intestine is now sticking out of my body. I have an ileostomy. It's pretty cool, but it gets annoying. Only 5 more weeks left until my next surgery. I'll get my stoma pushed back in and my plumbing fixed. It's awesome, but painful. After all of this, I'll be close to normal.