For most of my life I considered myself “straight” as I am a cisgender man attracted to females. But it goes deeper than just “females.” It’s not the gender identity of a female to which I’m attracted – it’s having the biological female parts, in spite of one’s gender identity. I am not just attracted […]Read More A Sexual Orientation Without a Name
And it’s far from me being racist, but in fact, in spite of my anti-racism. My theory is that black doctors are more careful making diagnoses and prescribing medications because if they make a mistake, racist people will blame the entire black community in a broad brush. Therefore, I have to work harder to get the pills […]Read More Why having a black doctor can be bad…and sometimes good.
Can you help me? I tried my hand at gambling I did not win a dime I tried my hand at love But no one wanted to be mine I tried to climb that ladder That they call success But I never made it up More than one or two steps Can you help me? […]Read More Can You Help Me?
She knows who she is. Her radiant beauty was so addicting, so captivating, that not only was she desirable to look at, but her beauty also had the powers to make other women in the world gradually less desirable to the point of not desirable at all. Her beautiful, adorable, flawless face, like that of […]Read More “Jacky”
*This is a satirical piece based on people I know intended for comical purposes. All names have been changed and events are fictitious. Meanwhile, it was love at first site when Brock Whitey “Itty” Ittinamus laid his eyes on ginger heartthrob Daniel “Maximrecoil” Maximus Cooksey. Itty grew up in a poor ghetto city in […]Read More Itty and Maxim
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The physical lust, while it largely exists, It’s only a fragment, just sprinkles, just mists Of her whole aura that makes her a human; As I reflect from the future when I am her groom and She is my bride and was relieved from distress When she first made her entrance in that pristine white […]Read More Her Short, Pixie Hair