Beardo recently got a Kindle and it has reignited both our loves of reading. I needed a cleanser after reading a couple zombie novels, so I started reading a childhood favorite: Laura Ingalls Wilder. If you've only ever seen the show, it's really very different, so much was glossed over or made up for television. The books, especially to a girl ( Read more... )

Growing up I had a speech impediment. I still do, occasionally; my Rs come out as AHs or Ws, what my mother generously called a Boston accent. In reality my bad days sound more Elmer Fudd than Matt Damon. My tongue twists over Rs and Ws and Ls: one of the hardest words to say is world, followed closely by wolf. I have to stop and think about ( Read more... )

Now that it's officially September I'm getting autumn fever. Unfortunately autumn in California means hot winds and little in the way of changing leaf colors ( Read more... )

Hi, my name is Chris and I am an incest survivor ( Read more... )

It fucking ENRAGES me when I realize that it seems most of my female acquaintances with whom I am close enough to know their business, have been abused, molested, raped, or otherwise fucked with, and yet we are still not allowed to speak about such matters, because it's shameful or awkward or uncomfortable, but if you think talking about it is ( Read more... )

There's a child somewhere outside, screaming and screaming MOMMY MOOOOOMMMMY at the top of her lungs, down the street somewhere, perhaps on the next. The houses so close together, like cutout gingerbread men on a cookie sheet, lend odd acoustics to the neighborhood ( Read more... )

It is not a story I am proud of, other than to say thank goodness I didn't go through with it. That would have been so much worse ( Read more... )

Something I found today still on my computer. I wrote it about a year ago for therapy ( Read more... )