I am butch.
Let’s just get that out of the way. I have my feminine attributes; but I am, for all the world to see, as gay as a glitter-farting unicorn.
That said, I have never really …
Every Time You Go Somewhere, the third full-length album from Mal Blum, is sheer auditory therapy.
In ten tracks, the 22-year-old singer/songwriter from Brooklyn, takes the listener on a winding path towards absolution. Mal’s yellow-brick road …
Anais Nin said, “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it …
Wednesday, I cried.
I was sitting poolside, feverishly refreshing Twitter on my phone, waiting to see if Proposition 8 would be declared illegal, and (perhaps more poetically) see if there was still some sanity left in …
A Wolf at the Door. (It Girl. Rag Doll.)
Play above song before reading. Set the fucking mood.
We have cell phones that send pictures in tiny digital packets across oceans and continents.
We have games beyond number …
Maybe being out for the last five or so years and living in the cesspool of drama that is the Jersey Shore has made me a bit jaded, but it’s been very clear to me …
I’m pretty sure if NASA was using gluten-free bread on the Columbia Shuttle’s hull, the horrible explosion that cost seven lives never would have happened. This shit is seriously heat resistant. Why aren’t we making …