Posts under ‘Ties that bind...and gag’

Add “feet” under “cat food” on her fetish list

A Story of Seduction






Detecting music that does not suck

What my dad’s living room sound system must have been thinking when it refused to play my John Legend cd:

Detecting music that does not suck

Beans not included

One cheap NYC restaurant at which I enjoy dining is Empanada Mama. My own Mama is famous for quesadillas, a similar pocket-like food, albeit not deep fried. I absolutely adore her quesadillas.

Beans not included

I feel dead, people

*Today my dad and I went to Old San Patricio and bought steer horns for my friend Nick. That was easy enough, but then we had to figure out how and where to pack and ship them. Oh.dear.God. Nick, my dad and I want those hours of our lives back! In the end, the steer horns were $50. Shipping them to an office building on Park Avenue? $96!

I feel dead, people

The things they say back home

On hearing that my friend Nick, whom I’m buying steer horns for, foolishly asked me to bubblewrap them and take them on the plane home as a piece of carry-on/carrion luggage.

The things they say back home

Even worse in teen form

I printed the contents of my first blog, a year long stint on Open Diary during my junior year of high school. I look back at what I wrote, at how I wrote, and I roll my eyes…a lot. I thought the silliest things were so devastating. This is how teenagers think, though.

Even worse in teen form

Happy 21st birthday, Megan!

I tried to post something in honor of Megan’s birthday yesterday, but Blogger was extrememly uncooperative. So…this isn’t belated, it was bedeviled. Happy 21st birthday, Megan!

Seeing all of them in me


I took this picture the other day. I saw me, but upon closer examination saw my dad - the chin, the length of the nose, something about the way he holds his mouth. I saw the fullness of my mom’s face, the size of her eyes, the crease at the tip of her nose. I saw my sister gone lighter.

Seeing all of them in me

A friendly state

I love being a Southerner in New York City. I don’t have an accent or close-minded conservative ideals - nothing that could be a social liability in this metropolitan blue state. People are always surprised when I reveal my Southern background.

A friendly state

If you weren’t here

If you weren’t here