This is what I did this weekend: I went on a hike on Friday afternoon after work. I read on the back porch. I worked on my writing. I ended up tearing out half of what I wrote, but it felt good to get back into writing. I went on a couple walks around the…… Continue reading The Introvert’s Weekend.
I don’t ever recall becoming aware of what being gay or lesbian meant. I was a child in the 90’s, I don’t think it was something people exactly talked about, especially with the AIDS epidemic getting a stronghold back then. I’m not gay, so being aware of it all or even knowing what it meant…… Continue reading The one about the gay community.
I saw a group of mentally disabled people today. (Is mentally disabled politically correct these days? I have no idea.) Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen a lot of different kinds of mental disorders in my semi-short life, but these people had the kinds of illnesses that you would see on horror shows like American…… Continue reading Assimilation.
To be honest, I hate talking about politics. Period. There is only the rare occasion when I feel it necessary to speak up about something, but only when I feel so strongly about something that I don’t mind being attacked or having an argument about it. And that’s the reason why I don’t discuss politics…… Continue reading To Be Honest About Politics