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That Ocean is One Fickle Bitch
I loved it!— August 17, 2009 6:55 p.m.
Summer Lovin' Over So Fast?
Nice writing. You really captured the atmosphere and mixed sentiment of the crowded summertime San Diego beaches. I just saw that "kooks go home" the other day. Boo, I felt like they were talking to me : (— August 13, 2009 2:01 p.m.
Confessions of a Cutter
Your story was compelling, tragic and important. I like the simple structure that forces the reader to engage in something that is foreign and horrific to most people. Thank you for writing. That being said, I must ask if this is fictional. If it is not fictional, have you since reached a healthy place in your life? With all the debate about people revealing themselves in writing and no one intervening or even asking, I feel compelled to ask (please don't be offended).— August 12, 2009 6:55 p.m.
Destiny's Rainbow
Refried, I love your style and quiet eloquence in addressing the interracial and racial issues that lie within all cultures, particularly those along our borderland. I understand your anger at the disrespect shown to your son. He is a hero on Iraqi soil but his skin marks him as a stranger/danger/enemy at home. Just know your dark-skinned son is not alone and many of us dark-skinned Americans nod knowingly when we see one another. I also hope that these things will change over time. I believe that telling our stories is a great beginning to creating a new definition of beauty, home and family. Thank you for writing and cooking and sharing love.— August 11, 2009 4:50 p.m.
Shout Out to Real Boobs
Ha, ha, joshb. The joke totally translated into print. I rolled my eyes and smiled the same way I would have if you told that joke in person. I'm glad you enjoyed reading.— August 11, 2009 12:42 p.m.
Playing the Player
SDaniels, that's really funny.— August 11, 2009 8:13 a.m.
Playing the Player
Ha, ha. Of course. Anyone that talks about his money instead of showing it is proabably not who he pretends to be. Do you still talk to him or is he dunzo?— August 10, 2009 8:57 p.m.
The Appointment
Wow. I really loved the way you wrote this. It was very compelling. P.S. I'm sorry and I hope you are ok.— August 10, 2009 4:47 p.m.
Schooled off Orchard Ave.
Thanks!— August 10, 2009 9:39 a.m.
Shout Out to Real Boobs
Antigeekness, I'm sure I won't be so enamoured with them in the future, but in a day and age where so much visual celbration goes to fake ones, I wanted to honor the women who still have the real ones. Also, even if I don't like things about my body, I try not to hate it, I try to embrace it. I also know my feelings will change. I look great now, but what will I feel when I begin to age? Truth be told, ever since I read A Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)in high school I have been a little afraid of the fake replacing the real as we more and more define beauty and people by capitalism (i.e., poeple are beautiful if they have this thing they purchased or paid for this service). But hey, like I said, when my tits start to sag, maybe I'll get a pair.— August 8, 2009 9:11 a.m.