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The Power of Bupkis
There's nothing I hate more than nothing.
Nothing keeps me up at night.
I toss and turn over nothing.
--from "Nothing" by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians
Sometimes I wonder if Edie Brickell channels me while singing these lines to this song. The other lines of the song, while quite enjoyable, don't bowl me over, but ( Read more... ) -
The Grape Incident
I can be called a lot of things, but “sexy” is not one of them. It’s not for lack of trying though, especially when I was younger and felt myself unlikely to acquire, much less maintain, a relationship. Trying to be sexy has always backfired on me, from my very first attempt.
I was in college before I had my first girlfriend. She was cute and ( Read more... ) -
Inconceivable
Footsteps pad across the floor, knowing pauses keep floorboards from creaking. The door opens, a silent whoosh, and closes with a sharp click.
Maybe it's the click that wakes me, or maybe I've been awake all along, and the click simply jolts me into awareness. It's so dark and though I know I'm in my own bed, nothing seems normal. The shadows are ( Read more... ) -
What does narcissism have to do with me?
I walked into the office of Platinum Companions full of confidence and excitement. The place was truly high-end, exactly as I deserved. The interior was sleek and modern, yet warm and inviting. "Fitting," I thought, as I ran my hand lightly over my ample breasts and down the fitted bodice of my mini dress, enjoying the feel of fine silk beneath ( Read more... ) -
Coprolite
From a dead sleep, I wake to an unusual smell. It is somehow familiar, yet it takes a moment for its name to surface from some dark recessed corner of my mind. Sniff, sniff. I keep my eyes closed, concentrating on this game: Sniff, sniff.
My eyes pop open in recognition. I can name that pungency in four sniffs.
It’s roses. Well, not really. ( Read more... ) -
Three Little Words
I scratch my shaved head and absentmindedly pick at the slick, black electrical tape wrapped around the toe of my high top Chuck Taylors.
In her oh so slightly sequined holiday sweater and perfectly paired turtle-neck, my mother sits, prim and proper, across from me in our new therapist's office, recounting in great and somewhat exaggerated detail ( Read more... ) -
When you pray, move your feet
Scchhik!
The unmistakable sound of my switchblade opening echoes through the darkness and causes my captive to shake. I laugh, a short, harsh burst and tighten my forearm across my prisoner’s neck and whisper “What is it, sweetie? Scared?”
A slight whimper escapes the shivering lips, as the fear becomes a palpable essence. I inhale slowly, ( Read more... ) -
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