I am a Fatalist

Even after the gut-wrenching S & M Jesus, “‘Sugartits,” the insistence that Jews are responsible for every bad thing in the universe starting with the pimple on my chin, and a wife turned into a “rock” and a baby-machine, I still find myself having the occasional indecent thought about Mel Gibson. Eat that, crazy (azure-eyedContinue reading “I am a Fatalist”

The Passion of the Natalia

The passion here is writing, of course, and the topic of the evening is writing groups. Or, more specifically Mythical Writing Groups That Don’t Actually Suck. This post on Miss Snark brought back some unpleasant memories, you see. When I was a delicious little bebe, I kept trying to join a writing group. The firstContinue reading “The Passion of the Natalia”