FUCT?

Hey, hey, hey!! Happy New Year, etc. It’s been way, way to long since my last post. When is fuct a good thing? When you’re on the dick end of the equation. Definitely. Oh man, you’re fuct” WTF? All these and many more indicate something gone wrong. These are not …

Aprils Fools?

Fools in Love, I’m a fool for you. A fool and his money etc. Fool me once. So many fools, so little time.The time is now April Fools to applaud your silliness, your crazy antics, your errant ways that make us laugh. There’s a fool in the white house and …

14 hours in Hell

Does it matter who said we had the guest house “all day”? No. But when we found out check out was at 10 and our flight 10 hours later, my man scrambled into action and found us an earlier flight within minutes. We barely had time to say our goodbyes …

The C Word: Friends?

I’ve got friends I’ve had since before I had boobs or pubic hair or cancer. I only see them at reunions, funerals and Facebook and that’s ok because at least I know where to find them. And they’re so great for a “like” or a “poke” or a posted bit …

The C Word: And the secret word is: Consumer

I appreciate what I pay for. If I want it. If I can afford it. I buy it! Simple, right? Have I mentioned my new motorcycle? I call him Tweety. I haven’t been this excited about something warm and vibrating between my legs since…well, EVER! I have insurance because I …

The C Word: The Year in Review

Just about one year ago I was beginning my second round of chemo and my 5th week of radiation. My ass resembled a female baboon in heat (I’ve got pictures) and believe you me sex was the farthest thing from my mind (although the post about dildos is one of …

The C Word: 52 months and counting…

They say you waste up to 3 years of your life waiting in line. I don’t mind waiting…much, because I rarely do it. I admit to cutting in line at certain venues, right to the front too, knowing not one person would say anything. Well, not one white person anyway. …

The C Word: Spring is in the Air

I had an appointment with my oncologist last week. The man barely cracks a smile even when I’m making cracks about my crack while my pants are around my ankles. It’s a pretty funny situation if you’re not in it.  He hasn’t got a bad bedside manner per se. It’s …

The C Word: Free at Last?

The day after Xmas I found myself looking at my rear end. The gastroenterologist was positioning a tiny anal camera before she lubed me up and slid it in. It’s a very strange thing indeed to see your own ass in black and white, in front of you on a …

The C Word: 2014

I have a really, really bad memory. I can’t remember one happy holiday spent with close friends or family before I moved out after high school. I’m sure there was some semblance of joy in these yearly occasions but I don’t recall any feelings… good or bad. I do vividly …