She is short and slender, yet I have seen both large men and imposing women crumble under her tenacity.
The Second Amendment is somewhat ambiguous about the right to “keep and bear arms,” but its antiquated language cannot and should not be interpreted as a justification for owning an enormous cache of weapons, which, in Stephen Paddock’s case included 17 firearms, many high-powered rifles converted to automatics, and countless rounds of ammunition.
The truth is I don’t want to remember that feeling because I know the only way I can truly remember it is if I become that sick again.
A version of this essay was first published by Men’s Journal in 2016. After kissing me for a few minutes, Laura, my ex-girlfriend, pulls her top down and lets me feel and kiss her breasts. I am so excited and nervous I almost enter an apoplectic state. It is a moment of rapid heartbeats and... Continue Reading →
If a doctor drives an Audi and pays $4,000 a month for a big house while a patient can't afford a single appointment with that doctor because he/she charges $500 and doesn't accept health insurance, then sorry (I'm not sorry), he/she should have his/her medical license taken away.
"When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival." - Yann Martel (Life of Pi) Lately I've been reflecting on the ups and downs of having a chronic illness -- in my case, two illnesses, myalgic encephalomyelitis (chronic fatigue syndrome) and Lyme disease. Mostly I've... Continue Reading →
Now that there is finally some scientific answers coming our way, we might actually have the luxury of not using each other as guinea pigs. But we may also be faced with being separated by the very answers we have sought for such an incredibly long time. And, regardless of its impact on our relationships, we may be more different than we originally thought.
Perceiving one's own attractiveness is a complicated thing. It's walking a line between narcissism and self-deprecation. Somewhere in the middle is the goal, at least for me, but it always feels like I lean too far to one side or the other. I can be both self-deprecating and narcissistic, although typically not at the same... Continue Reading →
This post has nothing to do with Jameson Irish Whiskey with lime. But it has everything to do with Jamison the Irish human with Lyme disease. Sorry about the misleading photo, but try to look at it, if you will, as a visual pun (there's probably a term for that, but I don't know it).... Continue Reading →