I Have A Confession (and some thoughts on MFAs)
I have a confession. Since graduating from my MFA program in July (August?), I’ve spent considerably more time playing videogames than either reading or writing. Sue me. It’s been one real kinghell...
View ArticleI Am Trying To Break Your Sex Laws #17
Dear Mr. Bradley- I need some advice on how to pick up the ladies. I’m a lady myself and looking to have my first full sexual experience with a woman. What might work on me doubtfully works on all...
View ArticleEver shot a horse?
You know what’s delicious? This: That’s basashi, or horse sushi. Raw horse meat. I had it a few times in Japan. Not something I’d order every day, but pretty good. Not all that different than your run...
View ArticleThanksgiving Memories
My brother was in town for Thanksgiving. I live a thousand miles away from my immediate family, so I haven’t celebrated this holiday with family for years. And because of the distance, I don’t get a...
View ArticleThe Culture Industry part 2 | Complacency’s Death Knell
If you missed the first part of this two-part column, never fear—I will bring you up to speed! First question to clarify: what is “The Culture Industry?” A: it is the ideas of “popular culture” and...
View ArticleFail the Love
You know, after a lifetime’s supply of pop music, I’m sick of hearing about love. And tired, tired, tired of the repetition and laziness of lyrics that have been puking their way through most love...
View ArticleBut Most of Us Are Not Brave
The corn fields and soy bean farms and old GM factories that landscape the place I call home are part of a region that has often been referred to as Big Ten country. I call Nikes et. al. gym shoes,...
View ArticleI Am Trying To Break Your Sex Laws #18
Mr. Bradley, I come to you in confidence for guidance. I would like my lover to ramp up his sadistic side organically. Is there a way to plant the seed without asking, a S&M inception if you will?...
View ArticleRe: Higher Education; Or, Bitch, Please
For awhile (as in last year), I went through a phase where I wanted to marry a professor. Not one of my professors, thank you. I’m not that creepy. Rather, someone may age who is/is becoming a...
View ArticleThis is not an essay.
I have no well-defined ideas for this piece. I have lots of different ill-defined ideas competing for my attention like baby birds in a nest squeaking for food. Except it’s one of those creepy owl’s...
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