When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for a person to analyze their own thoughts right down to the gray matter ( Read more... )

Tonight, I went to First Fridays. For those of you who don't know, various cities have F.F., and the location of the event moves each time. Basically, on the first friday of every month a bunch of professional, semi-professional or wannabe professional black people get together and drink and dance and try to get laid, all under the guise of ' ( Read more... )

I am feeling the urge to post but I don't feel like actually working on anything or editing anything. So instead, I am going to put up very small tidbits of entries that I a) started, but couldn't finish b)started, had nothing more to say, c) started, may finish sometime, maybe d) started, and didn't really like, but sort of did, so I kind of want ( Read more... )

Loneliness has been the loud agent constantly heckling at me, some sort of demonic backseat driver urging me on to God knows where. But lately it has become quiet; shyly offering advice, but not pressuring, not forcing me into anything. I have come to the point where I don't really want to begin a relationship with someone. I think of the ( Read more... )

Like any good Democrat, I laugh when I see Republicans squirm ( Read more... )

When my anger is too great, when only violence will sedate me, I begin to take inventory. I survey my room, my apartment, my car--what can I destroy? What can I hurl across the room, break between my hands, drop to shatter on the floor ( Read more... )

Tune in to Vanessa's and my radio show, tentatively titled "Crucial", on Sunday nights at seven. Its on kwur, 90.3, here in St. Louis and you can access it on-line at www.kwur.com ( Read more... )

There are moments when I know that I am not going to do the right thing. In this particular moment, I know that I will remain awake so that I can write this entry instead of catching some much-needed sleep. No, instead of sleeping I am going to make a case for L. as a rapist. Certainly I make this argument because it pleases me to deride him, ( Read more... )

I am trying to sleep and failing utterly. I find myself near tears again. I am thinking about the novel--S.--that I read several years ago. In the novel, the protagonist becomes a woman in a rape camp. When the soldiers first select her from the other prisoners of war, they take her to a back office and the five of them proceed to systematically ( Read more... )

Every now and then I have to do an entry that has no frills, no allusions to works of literature, no clever rhyming or phrasing patterns, no witty analogies. I warn you, this will be one of those entries ( Read more... )