Nick Drake, “Hazey Jane”
‘Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right?”
After a delightful love making session, Rena was curled as tight in a fetal position as I have ever seen anyone. Usually a woman hugging her knees turned me on. Not today…
I touched her knee…and said, “what is…Continue
Sometimes in my dreams I meet my brother again. P.
He is 15 years older than me, which means in 2012 he will turn 60. I will turn 45, which is the age at which my dad “had” me. My mother did most of the work, actually. Dad dropped her off at the hospital and went home, she told me. Hopefully to take care of my siblings: my sisters, L and S, 18 and 16, and P., whose status as “number one son” was about to be reduced to honorific only. I was number one from the first minute I came out…Continue
It’s been a rather bad week, learning of my friend’s suicide, then the death of my sister’s dog.
The outpour of sincere solicitude from my virtual friends on OS has made a tremendous difference in how I’ve dealt with these deaths.
(I wish my friend had had such a community…)
My attitude to the non-OS- community , however, has deteriorated to perhaps an all-time low.
If I were to…Continue
I got my draft notice yesterday. I have two weeks before I ship out to Earth.
I’m scared, I admit it. I can barely remember what Earth was like, because I was only five in 1972 when the aliens zapped me off to Aspertame . I am, ah, 44 earth-years now. 21 Aspartame years. Time to go back, and resume my life.
My mom an intelligent woman, a sociologist who embraced evolutionary biology for a paradigm. I can’t tell you what my dad’s paradigm was, but it must have been one…Continue