I'm not sure how much I still agree with this story, it's from a long time ago - but the idea about rejecting labels is still solid When I was young I knew a guy who decided that “gay-bashing” was fun. Most of us didn’t know that about him. He was sort of on the periphery of our group. By the time we found out there was no reason for any of us to do anything about it. He’d already received an appropriate reward for his efforts. He tried to beat up the same guy twice and the guy slammed his car into him. Nobody visited him in the hospital. I ran into him many, many years later. I didn’t know who he was. Once he introduced himself I made some noises and then moved away…

The phrase Strong Female Character has become a term of derision… and probably rightly. For the most part, writers who are creating Strong Female Characters are doing so with the intention of creating Strong Female Characters, which usually leads to creating underdeveloped characters.

The latest Epstein file dump—millions of unredacted DOJ documents released in early February 2026—lays bare not just one predator’s web but the historic privilege of America’s white billionaire class. * The often-overlooked fact is that Jeffrey Epstein didn’t operate in a vacuum. * He was not a lone perpetrator. * His trafficking ring, implicating presidents, princes, and power brokers, thrived because the ultra-wealthy live by rules that crush everyone else. Ghislaine Maxwell’s deposition dodge (Fifth Amendment on all substantive questions) and her lawyer’s tease—“Both President Trump and President Clinton are innocent”—only sharpen the indictment: deviance among the elite is not punished; it’s protected.

Area #1 garden. We learned some gardeners use mulch or straw to prevent pests and weeds. This year we are putting down a tarp before placing straw.

It’s Valentine’s Day right now. I’ve always looked at it as a fake celebration designed to sell greeting cards — but then came the girl. Somehow, she always made me appreciate holidays, pushed through my cynicism and mysanthropy.

In the spirit of this truly meaningless calendar fluff of a holiday (Valentine's Day), I would like to share my own personal opinions on the nature of "love". Along with why I feel so dejected during this period.

This article argues that the Reapers in Mass Effect are not driven by hatred, ideology, or malice, but by process. They don’t recognize organic life as enemies—only as material to be harvested according to a stable, automated cycle. Their violence is procedural, not emotional, which makes it impossible to reason with them. Like modern systems, they cause catastrophic harm without intent, justification, or accountability. Shepard’s true threat isn’t firepower but disruption—introducing unpredictability into a system built on inevitability. The horror of the Reapers isn’t that they are evil, but that no one is required to care.

The annual day of love and the requirement to participate it’s a worldwide celebration where men are over looked and women are praised.

A story about a girl who came tumbling in head over heels and marked what she wanted and grabbed it to.

A poem about a lover who left an impression. If it were a different time it would be something more.

Discover the art and science of cooking, where flavors, aromas, and textures transform simple ingredients into memorable meals. From the meditative joy of chopping and simmering to the creativity of global cuisines, cooking nourishes the body, sparks connection, and turns everyday meals into acts of care and celebration.

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A reflective poem about the difference between performed love and genuine love. It explores how someone can say all the right things, appear gentle and safe, yet still leave emotional emptiness behind—revealing that real love is proven not by words, but by what remains when the performance ends.

A young girl is manipulated into silence through coercion disguised as a “trade,” learning far too early how fear can become routine. This poem explores the lasting psychological impact of childhood trauma, the way survival can mean disappearing, and how commands to stay quiet can echo long into adulthood.

It was a hell of a way to die. Not blood-on-the-pavement die. Not sirens-screaming die. I died respectable. Respectability will smooth your edges down so neat you won’t even feel the blood leaving. They take your volume first. Then your questions. Then your body. And every correction is a small funeral. But here’s what they don’t expect: resurrection. Because I am done attending my own burials.

This reflection explores breath as a sacred marker of belonging, weaving lived experience and Angela N. Parker’s book “If God Still Breathes, Why Can’t I?” It names how many women live with “stifled breath” and unvoiced questions in spiritual spaces that constrict the lung of our souls rather than expanding them. This essay also introduces Womanist Theology, a tradition rooted in the real lives of Black women. Readers are invited to notice where their own breath feels tight or free and imagine Parker’s “redemptive self-love” in a grounded acceptance that honors one’s story as holy.

A short poem detailing the thoughts on the idea of being popular. Whether it's due to social standing or to the confidence of the person.

You don’t need acres to homestead. City living offers creative ways to grow food, reduce waste, and regain self-reliance. Here are practical, space-friendly homesteading acts you can start this week.

A poem I wrote recently. Relates to my own life and mental health. I write on a daily basis. I started creating poems at a young age.

When it comes to the benefit of their own kind, the Kaiquik will do anything they can to make sure that they succeed in any goal. Even if it means watching humanity fall.