This is a long time coming. I read Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five over the weekend of Thanksgiving. The climactic setting, which is the namesake of the novel, and the time of year I read the novel made me think about the many turkeys pushed through slaughterhouses in order to meet the demands of American consumers hungry … Continue reading thoughts on vonnegut’s slaughterhouse-five
Author: angela
’tis the season for shopping
In keeping with the holiday season, my husband and I journeyed to a grand temple of consumerism, a nearly 1.5 million square foot outlet mall dedicated to the worship of stuff. It contains almost 190 stores, restaurants, and entertainment-related attractions. We parked in a section of the parking lot where few cars were. "This will … Continue reading ’tis the season for shopping
the hillbilly psoriasis kit
In the annual brain-busting question of what to gift my father for the holidays, my husband came up with the great idea of getting a phototherapy device. Dad suffers with psoriasis which is always relieved when he's able to bask in the sun like a lizard. Unfortunately, lizard basking days in Michigan can probably be counted … Continue reading the hillbilly psoriasis kit
did i kill my dance genie?
Ever since I let the dance genie out of the bottle, I didn't think it would ever be contained again. It never occurred to me that it might become maimed or even killed. I released the genie during my first year in college. Despite paralyzing shyness, my college friends egged me on until I "danced" … Continue reading did i kill my dance genie?
love over misophonia
It's shocking how much love you can feel for a pet. And how much they can teach you. Among the many things my little dogs have taught me is that I likely have misophonia which a strong reaction to sound, usually a specific sound. I'm guessing mouth noises comprise the bulk of sounds that drive … Continue reading love over misophonia
exploring the sea of regret on the good ship “mid-life crisis”
"Don't do anything you'll regret later." When I was 20, I couldn't imagine anything except living a bold life that was free of regret. I had unbounded faith in my ability to conquer whatever the world threw at me. I was in my forties when the summation of my life began to take shape and … Continue reading exploring the sea of regret on the good ship “mid-life crisis”
river rocks
Her fingers dug into her forearm, through skin as pliable and bloodless as modeling clay. What she removed was a smooth, oval disc of black stone. A river rock. It was one of dozens she had extracted since noon, all scattered around her. When she was done for the day, her skin without a mark, … Continue reading river rocks
hot times at the ice cream social
The two women glared at each other even as they scooped ice cream into their mouths. In creamy spittle, they cast shade. "What an asshole," declared Mabel. "You saw that that was my chair," she complained bitterly into the crowded space, hoping someone would corroborate her claim. But finding such a soul was even more … Continue reading hot times at the ice cream social
thoughts on rice’s the claiming of sleeping beauty
Ever since I devoured Anne Rice's vampire and witch stories in my twenties, I've been curious to read her erotica, written under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure. I finally got around to it with The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. I assumed Rice had eschewed Disney's version of Sleeping Beauty in favor of something more like … Continue reading thoughts on rice’s the claiming of sleeping beauty
considering a project i probably shouldn’t
Detroit has an annual erotic art show that I hope to submit something for. The problem is that time has slipped away from me. The deadline for submissions is in two weeks and I haven't finalized my ideas. This is a routine problem for me, waiting until the last possible minute (for various reasons) to … Continue reading considering a project i probably shouldn’t
