Have you ever been go-karting? Not kiddie go-karting. I mean proper go-karting with a real track, and fast karts, and onesies that smell like manliness and oil, and helmets that make your head loll they’re so heavy? I have. Yes, I’m a sometime speed demon, and in case you’re wondering, yes, I do rock the child-sized onesies.…… Continue reading Pedal to the Metal
The other day, my mother called me like she always does. She calls every day. She calls to tell me what she’s doing, or to tell me about her day, or to tell me the latest deal in the grocery store. She calls about anything and everything. She talks away in rapid-fire Spanish and really,…… Continue reading Thoughts On… Mother’s Day
In honour of World Poetry Day (which was yesterday), and the suffocating fog of misery that I spent the past week trying to ignore (which has now finally, thankfully lifted), I wrote a poem. I promise this won’t be a regular thing – poetry is not my strong suit – but it is easy and…… Continue reading A Struggle in Poetry
There’s something about the term ‘settling down’ that makes me panic. What kind of a term is that? “Settle down.” It’s the kind of thing you say to people when they’re acting hysterically and won’t listen to reason. It’s what you say to a spooked horse, or a hyperactive child. Even on their own, neither…… Continue reading Settling Down
It happened again, mis amigos! To fully set the scene, I must first explain certain truths about myself, like the fact that grocery stores relax me. I know, but they do. They are my zen garden. They are my mountaintop sanctuary. I can’t explain it, but walking up and down aisles of consumer goods just…… Continue reading An Impotent Rant About Impotence
One day, a few years ago, I hopped on a bus that would take me back to the apartment I was living in at the time. I had just come from the shop, and I was listening to music, shouldering a backpack and carrying a fairly heavy bag full of groceries in each hand. I…… Continue reading Stranger Danger
Sex is a tricky subject to blog about. In a way, if I choose not to write about sex at all, ever, I stay safe. I stay private. In some ways, I stay in the shallow end, with my Finding Nemo armbands on, blowing bubbles in the water. It’s fun and it’s low-risk. I also…… Continue reading Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby
You would think that after so many years on this earth I would have become proficient at sleeping by now. I mean, it’s a fairly basic skill. It’s a skill I practice every night, and yet I still don’t seem to have quite mastered it. It takes me a while to power down, and then…… Continue reading It’s An Absolute Nightmare
When Do I Get The Manual? 