“Train to Boston: Zombie Plague Times on the MBTA” now on The Bigger Picture
For those of us living in the U.S., the COVID-19 crisis of 2020 is the horror show with no happy (or even bittersweet) ending in sight.
For those of us living in the U.S., the COVID-19 crisis of 2020 is the horror show with no happy (or even bittersweet) ending in sight.
Peering through your hanging clothes, you saw a large, darkened room. A bunch of children you had never seen before were sitting around a circular table, all quietly coloring. Despite the strangeness of finding this inside your closet, you felt inexplicably drawn into the large room…
The Hallmark Channel brings career harpy Cookie home for the holidays, where the Christmas spirit means weird sex, low-rent drugs, and murder.
“OK, I’ll tell you what I remember: “I started interning for Alex Jones’ InfoWars last fall. Don’t judge me—there aren’t a lot of options for media internships in Texas. I needed to get some experience in media but still be able to live with my parents to save money—they live in Bluff Springs, just outside […]Read Post ›
“Day 1 “There is a little man who lives in my refrigerator. “I just discovered him today. I caught a glimpse of the little man when I was looking for the cheese. Richard is always eating all of the cheese, but he swore there was some left on the second shelf. So while I was […]Read Post ›
Everybody knows about the little black dress, one nice pair of flats, one white button-down shirt, blah, blah, blah, thanks, Mom. But what about the fashion advice for us downtown/burlesque/drag-queen trollops? Here’s what works, kittens (check out the links below, plus see nearly all of my picks laid out neatly in the DameCore Store –trust, […]Read Post ›
For Throwback Thursday, this is my forward to Like an Iron Fist: Dystopian Erotica, an anthology I edited for Circlet Press.
I remember Pleasantville.
Well, not exactly. But when I was a child in the 1980s, Greenfield, Massachusetts seemed close to the faux 1950s sitcom suburban utopia. It’s my father’s hometown–my grandparents had a ranch-style house at the end of a cul-de-sac. Greenfield was a classic small New England town–a mostly “white ethnic” (Irish, Italian, Polish, etc.) hamlet with a local department store, a small movie theater, and a smattering of stores. My grandmother could feel safe giving me and my sister a dollar to get penny candy at the candy shop.
Things are never as innocent as you remembered as a child, but talking to my relatives who were adults at the time, I don’t think my memories are far off.
The companies that call me always have the same problem: they need a unicorn. They need someone who is technically proficient, but has people skills. They need someone with an entrepreneurial spirit, but who can work in a team. They need someone who has been there, done that, designed the T-shirt. That person is me. […]Read Post ›
Some lefty critics are claiming that Max Mad: Fury Road isn’t feminist because of its violence–they’re wrong.
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