THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE MIGHTY RECEPTOR TO BE EQUIPPED WITH HER WEAPON!!! So, long, long ago, when Brazilian Helicopter Pilot* and I first started going steady, he took me to a Brooklyn archery range for a date. Since he already taken the class to qualify to shoot on his own, he had a…
Tag: slice of life
NYC Subway Winter
Winter has returned in full force. Bodies have disappeared under puffy coats. Until the spring we shall all be shapeless blobs squishing ourselves together on trains. Everyone takes up more than one seat in the chill of the early year whether you keep your knees together or not. Winter in NYC means freezing on outside…
Adventure Time NYC: Escape the Room
So, things slow down at work during the summer and you get the chance to do fun things during lunch without the bloodhounds being turned on you if you are five minutes late getting back to your desk. This past Friday was one of those days, where I joined four other co-workers as we decided…
To Those Who Won the Genetic Lottery
To Those Who Won the Genetic Lottery: Not all of us can tan. WE JUST CAN’T. Please stop trying to explain to me the best way to get a tan, what methods of sunscreen application alternated with what-the-fuck-ever, and how long on each side for optimal crispiness without burn. I, and my fellow living ghosts,…
Exhibit A
He was a typical example of this generation’s male species. He wore brown leather moccasin-esque loafers, knees splayed out wider than his hips to claim his space and air out his balls properly. His jorts, which he probably would insist were cutoffs, were an old pair of jeans cut right above the knees. There were…
Love and Doubt
Love and doubt. I listened to a podcast one day about doubt and religion. The guest and host spoke about how questioning and doubt used to be an important part of religion. Now days, questioning and doubt signal immediate loss of faith and is squashed unrelentingly. Braced over my lover, staring into his green eyes as…
Resting Inside Myself
What Would I Be if I Actually Rested in Me? I would be less anxious. I would breathe easier. My chest would be open as if my ribs had unhooked to free my lungs to accept as much of the world into them as they wanted. I would have less random aches and pains flaring…
Subway Musings
Who would you be if you weren’t angry? I responded that I didn’t know and as the days pass by that ideal individual appears elusive. I find that everything makes me rage internally and want to slam people’s heads into walls. Inconsiderate people on the train who never take their backpacks off so that it…
No More X-Files
He holds his magazine open with the pages tucked between his index and middle finger. His index and thumb form a circle and my brain can’t help but spin out and create stories about secret spy signals and how this could be one. Someone roughly whispered in his ear that if he needed help he…
Horror Movie
His sneakers are all black and look to be almost new. His jeans are not. They are starting to fray at the cuffs, two holes worn through at the knees, one on the inside of his left knee the other almost on top of his right knee. Through the holes I can see his grey…
Pockets
He has a pocket over his left kidney. A big, spacious pocket in his coat, on his back. What sweet hell is this? I count at least seven deep, useful pockets on his green cargo pants, and his hands are fully tucked into the two front pockets of his jacket. I, wearing the same amount…
Little Gentian 