Ginny

What does God look like when he takes his clothes off?  Is he smooth down there...like a Ken doll? Is it worse to ask because God probably doesn't exist, or because we don't know? Why, then, is it so important to ask people what they are? We are so obsessed with a part of the human anatomy that is revealed like an elusive fleshy art piece at private exhibitions and in professional medical settings, both at the risk of compunction.  That isn't to suggest that you should run ar

I had made the soup too quickly for a random date I had over for seder who balked at salty parsley. And it is not well skimmed. My legs are two wavy lines after the first cigarette of the day. I run the sifter over the top of the soup I am giving my mom Natalie: not my biological mother, but since 1999 she has assumed the role. If I do not have this soup clear by 9am, I will be late to knock on doors for the DSA. The yellow fat stares at me, remini -scent of the greasy pocke

Drew some live flowers with my eyes closed and colored it in with them open. Had a sketch night with a friend and drew their goober cat, Mitch.