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A Re-Evaluation of Romance. The last week has been a period of intense re-evaluation.

A Re-Evaluation of Romance

I now acknowledge that I have huge mental issues. I am beginning therapy and treatment and I am told that recognition is an important first step. Mental illness is rife on both sides of my family and people have been saying for years that I should see a psychiatrist. The Benevolent Stalker. I apologise for my vile, strange, selfish and deeply disturbing behaviour.

The Benevolent Stalker

It is not the person I want to be and I will be doing everything I can to make a positive change. Please see my re-evaluation of romance and stalking seminar. Below is the original post, which I realise now was illogical, deluded and creepy. Discovering the Deep South’s cliches all over again. In Paul Theroux’s new book, “Deep South,” the superficial stereotypes pile up at once.

Discovering the Deep South’s cliches all over again

In the first scene, it’s a “hot Sunday morning” in Tuscaloosa, Ala., and there’s mention of snake-handling and talking in tongues, poverty, holy-roller churches, a black barbershop, gun shows, college football, the requisite Faulkner quote (“The past is not dead . . . ”) and even a sassy black lady (“You lost, baby?”). So far, I haven’t left the first page. In pursuit of these and many of the South’s other moldering cliches, the author makes observations worthy of a freshman sociology major: “A church in the South is the beating heart of the community, the social center, the anchor of faith, the beacon of light, the arena of music, the gathering place, offering hope, counsel, welfare, warmth, fellowship, melody, harmony, and snacks.”

Meet Claudette, An Intersex Sex Worker From Switzerland (NSFW) This is Claudette.

Meet Claudette, An Intersex Sex Worker From Switzerland (NSFW)

Claudette is a husband, a grandfather and an award-winning cyclist. She's also an intersex sex worker. OP-ED: Oakland - A Portrait of Male Privilege and A Lesson on Self Worth. I.

OP-ED: Oakland - A Portrait of Male Privilege and A Lesson on Self Worth

I am in Oakland competing for National Poetry Slam when I quickly realize this city is a car with its windows rolled and black leather seats...meaning it is really fucking hot. Here, it is too warm to dress comfortably...and by comfortably, I mean jeans, Nikes, a snapback, bomber, and long sleeved shirt. The Monetized Man — Matter. When people ask what I write about, I often mention “women” as a topic I cover.

The Monetized Man — Matter

The idea that one can cover the topic of an entire half of the population is absurd, of course. But people generally know this to be shorthand for a constellation of social and romantic experiences from a female perspective. I’ve realized, though, that even that is untrue. I actually write about men. Particularly, I write about how the unrestrained, unaccountable emotional lives of men wreak havoc on women. What Do Romance Readers and Pick-Up Artists Both Obsess About? Alphas.

Newyorker. The first thing I noticed when I entered the two-hundred-year-old town house in Bath that serves as Manolo Blahnik’s weekend retreat was the alligator.


About three and a half feet long, with olive-brown skin and black hatch marks flecking its body, it was sprawled imperiously across a Queen Anne table at the end of the foyer. The jaws were parted, and the teeth shimmered in the fading light. It was a dismal, rainy afternoon, and we had just come from lunch—though Blahnik had been in no mood to eat. Inside Donald Trump’s Surging GOP Campaign. The bus tells you everything you need to know because the bus is a piece of shit.

Inside Donald Trump’s Surging GOP Campaign

You would expect a Donald Trump campaign bus to be MOST LUXURIOUS, MOST DESIRED, NUMBER ONE BUS in the world, with a solid-gold chassis and marble toilets and a rooftop fuck cabana. This is not that bus. “It’s just a bus,” one Trump staffer told me, which is exactly right. It’s an old cross-country bus that still smells like an old cross-country bus, only it’s painted blue, with the name TRUMP in huge letters across both sides, plus the campaign hashtag #Make America Great Again!

Trump says he has copyrighted it (“I’m using that a lot, and I think it’s a great statement”) even though you can’t actually put exclamation points or spaces in a hashtag. The Family with Twenty-Two Kids. When Sue Hoag was twelve, she read a book, “The Family Nobody Wanted,” about a couple in the nineteen-forties who adopted a multiracial posse of twelve children, despite having very little room or money.

The Family with Twenty-Two Kids

Sue thought it would be wonderful to be part of such a family, and she begged her parents to adopt. They had only four kids in their family, she pleaded—surely there was room for more. Her parents said no. But Sue kept thinking about the book, and by the time she was fifteen she had met her future husband, Hector Badeau, and by the time she was eighteen she and Hector had planned their family: they would have two kids and adopt two. By the time they were four years out of college and four years married, they had had the two kids and adopted the two kids and thought their family was complete. She Doesn’t Care That He Lies To Her — Human Parts — Medium.

She doesn’t care that he lies to her, because he does it so well.

She Doesn’t Care That He Lies To Her — Human Parts — Medium

Because he fills every hole and ties up all the loose ends. He takes his words seriously, shapes them with dignity, and does not let her see them until they’re absolutely ready. His lie is always handcrafted and form-fitting. It fits her desires and is molded from her inquisitive mind. For All Those Who Were Indian In A Former Life by Andrea Smith. For All Those Who Were Indian In A Former Life by Andrea Smith The New Age movement has sparked a new interest in Native American traditional spirituality among white women who claim to be feminists. Indian spirituality, with its respect for nature and the interconnectedness of all things, is often presented as the panacea for all individual and global problems.

Not surprisingly, many white "feminists" see the opportunity to make a great profit from this new craze. The Death of the Hippies. In 1967, just after the Summer of Love, The Atlantic published “The Flowering of the Hippies,” a profile of San Francisco’s new youth culture. “Almost the first point of interest about the hippies was that they were middle-class American children to the bone,” the author noted. “To citizens inclined to alarm this was the thing most maddening, that these were not Negroes disaffected by color or immigrants by strangeness but boys and girls with white skins from the right side of the economy ... I Wish I Hadn't Donated My Eggs. The greatest Craigslist 'Missed Connection' of all time / Boing Boing.

If ever there was a 'Missed Connection' that should be a Bogart and Bacall film, this one is it. I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself. One week prior, at the behest of Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger, I'd flown four B-52 sorties over Hanoi. I dropped forty-eight bombs. How many homes I destroyed, how many lives I ended, I'll never know. But in the eyes of my superiors, I had served my country honorably, and I was thusly discharged with such distinction.