Speaking of alternet.org (as in my last post), this is my latest on their website, about Natalie Dylan, the young woman who is auctioning off her virginity. What’s she gonna do if the Far Right buys it and makes her keep it?
"Would you like to go where you've always wanted to go and do one of your favorite things ever?" That's not how the press trip to Best Friends Animal Society sanctuary in Angel Canyon, Utah was put to me, but that's how I heard it. I've long wanted to see Utah and Best Friends held the promise of playing with dogs. And cats. And seeing horses, goats and probably a few other things that were on your See-and-Say: The Farmer Says. Animals never lose their magic. This was one of the most magical trips I've ever been on (and I've been to the Playboy Mansion). I'm working on my story for Alternet right now; this is photo companion for pics of the things I talk about in that. I may post more on other aspects of the journey. Wait. I just got it. That's what was different. This wasn't a trip. It was a journey, one I hope as many people get to go on as possible. Above: Pima learning about cameras from Melissa Miller in puppy social...
Carl von Cosel installed a phone in his dead wife's tomb so they could chat - he eventually just took her home. Burt and Linda Pugach married after he did a prison sentence for sending thugs to 'scare' her and they blinded her with acid. Love makes us all feel insane. If it hasn't knocked you on your ass you haven't been in it. I wrote Crazy Little Thing: Why Love and Sex Drive Us Mad several years ago because I wanted to understand why romantic problems had such a stranglehold on me and how people's greatest happiness, the thing we all want, could lead to them killing each other. It was published by Viva Editions just before the explosion of true crime shows like Wives with Knives and Who the Bleep Did I Marry? My hope for the book has always been that the interviews with everyone from psychologists to felons would help people understand themselves but also that it would be a...
I have nerves like a chihuahua and since my traditional election night vodka-and-Pepto has become too strong a beverage for me I just want to be with like-minded people supporting Hillary Clinton. I asked a friend if he wanted to join me at a watch party. “Can I wear my Trump undies?” he texted back. “Can I burn them in effigy? Not while you’re wearing them, of course,” I replied. I was joking but the conversation gave me what I call Drumpf scare which is like a “jump scare,” the horror movie trope where a viewer jumps out of their seat in terror after being lulled into a false sense of calm. A Drumpf scares is when you realize someone you thought you knew might be a Drumpf supporter as I worried about my friend. It’s that same feeling as when you realize “The calls are coming from the inside of the house!” My guess is that there are a lot of dark Drumpfers out there, people who support someone I think of as the Hitlerian Che...
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