I miss you like a virgin misses her child.
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Monday, February 22, 2021
Mother
You are, and have always been, the strongest woman I know - hell, the strongest person I know - and everything I do I do in your honor, and in acknowledgement of your sacrifice.
Don't ever think for a second that I have ever been sorry to be your son, that I was somehow short-changed at birth because of your limitations. That sort of weakness does not run in our family, and I will not allow such weakness to fester in this household.
Failure is always an option, but I defy it to continue. Thank you for showing me how.
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
Saturday, February 6, 2021
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
Covidiot
You will never know how close I came to weaving my hand around your salt-and-pepper ponytail, gripping it, snapping your head back with it, and losing my fist down your throat.
I wish the anti-maskers would hurry up and die off so we can get this pandemic over with.
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