I’ve seen a lot of concerts in my time. As a bit of an old fart who spent her college years going to shows obsessively, I’ve seen epic rock and roll gigs, metal extravaganzas, intimate acoustic sessions, and club gigs so hot the mosh pit would fight over a single bottle of water. I could … Continue reading
I’ve been told many times that a community is somewhere you can go when no one else understands, or when you want to try something new that might be specialized or niche. Interest, trait, religion, creed, ethnicity, whatever makes it okay to refer to yourself as part of a “we”. When you’ve been shunned or … Continue reading
My anxiety has been through the roof for a myriad of reasons. I don’t drive to Hollywood for work. I have a home office. My dog has been sick. The days run together. I can’t fit into my old clothes. There are rats in the vent of my apartment. My allergies are so bad I … Continue reading
Cannibal Holocaust is an effective, startling, valuable movie. Continue reading
Before I begin, I would like to explain myself. I am a writer. I won a poetry contest when I was 14. I published my first short story when I was 19. I graduated from university with a degree in Creative Writing. I edited a 600 page book about the Vietnam War. I submitted to … Continue reading
For those of you sick of hearing about One Direction and Harry Styles, I sincerely apologize for the following display of fandom. However, my concert reviews almost always result in event blogs because live music means more to me than the state of the entire civilized world, and since good concerts massage my inner universe … Continue reading
I am probably pushing my metal cred into the negative zone by writing a blog about Harry Styles, but fuck it; it’s my goddamn blog and I will write what I want. When I wrote my first authentically bare and autobiographical short story, I referred to myself as an “ungirl”: I am an ungirl. I … Continue reading
My parents are moving out of the house I grew up in. I lived there for 20 years. They’ve been there even longer, so it should be harder for them, but I feel like my very identity is sewn into those walls. (Resisting the urge to burst into song, here: Written in these walls are … Continue reading
Inspired by the lovely people on social media who feel obliged to critique “older women who wear unflattering booty shorts” and “people over 30 who still like boy bands”. I guess you could say that I’ve spent the majority of adulthood immersing myself in things aimed at a younger audience. I’m editor for a magazine … Continue reading
“I love deadly spiders, so much. I adore violence. I embrace chaos.” In which I attempt to answer the question, “Why are you nervous? What are you so afraid of?” I’m scared of hammering sounds in my head. I’m terrified of headaches—they bite like teeth. I’m afraid of wasting time. I’m afraid to die. … Continue reading
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