Images from a more innocent time

When my dad died earlier this year and I began going through his things, I found box after box of pics from his time in the Air Force during the Vietnam war. I was particularly intrigued to see fire training pics from (now closed) Chanute AFB in Illinois. He loved firefighting, and I wish he’d been able to do that during his entire military career, … Continue reading Images from a more innocent time

My racist aunt

My mom’s older sister was a wonderful, kind woman who loved to laugh and always found joy in “the little things” as she liked to say, amidst the constant, debilitating pain she suffered at the hands of an insidiously severe form of rheumatoid arthritis for decades. In 1993, when I was sixteen, I travelled from Oklahoma to my hometown in Michigan to stay with my … Continue reading My racist aunt

Desensitized

I often wonder, when someone speaks very casually about a deer they shot and gutted, or some farm animal they castrated, or anything of that nature, How can they do that? When I was a kid, I had a pet mouse named Charlie who escaped and started fucking shit up all over the house. My parents were like “screw this” and set traps, which I … Continue reading Desensitized

I’m always gonna be f***ed in the head.

I’m 41, and I’ve been fucked in the head for as long as I can remember. At this point, I have no delusions that shit is ever going to be “okay.” I am the product of a fourteen-year-old foster child getting pregnant by another foster child of undetermined(by me, anyway)age. I’d already known this by the time I tracked down my biological mother and several … Continue reading I’m always gonna be f***ed in the head.

Artists don’t owe you anything

I recently watched a YouTube vid in which an obnoxious metalhead rants and raves about how horrible Darkthrone’s latter day punk and nwobhm-infused records are. He seems genuinely angered by the band’s decision not to craft albums suited to his specific tastes. The thing is, artists are under no obligation to please fans. If they’re not pleasing themselves and following their respective muses, they aren’t … Continue reading Artists don’t owe you anything

What makes one a “douche?”

I might say or do something from time to time that could easily fall under the banner of douchebag behavior. But I’m aware of it. I know I’m being a douche. I’m self-aware. A true douche isn’t self-aware. He doesn’t know what he is, and he lacks the capacity for self-reflection. His identity, then, is dictated by the masculine archetypes he strives to emulate. A … Continue reading What makes one a “douche?”

There’s nothing wrong with Kanye West’s Trump love

Let me get this out of the way now: I’m not a fan of Donald Trump’s. I didn’t like him before he ran for office and I didn’t vote for him… Kanye West is his own man, though. If he wants to praise Donald Trump, that doesn’t mean he’s going insane or having a mental breakdown. What he is having is an opinion. Everyone’s entitled … Continue reading There’s nothing wrong with Kanye West’s Trump love

Liberals and conservatives: why we need both

Imagine a world without stodgy old uptight republicans trying to legislate everyone’s morality based on their own perceptions of right and wrong. Sounds awesome, right? But would all of that unchecked liberalism result in a Star Trek: the next generation style utopian society, or would people soon be marrying cats and walking around naked in Whole Foods with no one to stop them because a)it’s … Continue reading Liberals and conservatives: why we need both

Loss of dignity with age

My dad was in the ER this morning for a severe kidney infection. I sat and watched this ex-firefighter, Vietnam veteran archetype of masculinity lie under a thin white hospital blanket, the monitor he was connected to beeping away in the background, and I marveled at how frail and helpless he looked. It made me sad. And it reminded me that I’m already experiencing the … Continue reading Loss of dignity with age