Who doesn't wanna be black (unless you don't)? What, with our gorgeously unique hair, popping skin, cultural contributions, and natural affinity for improving everything we touch, I wouldn't want to be any other race. The look on traditionalists faces when I reach for my wife's hand in public or plant a juicy kiss on her … Continue reading 5 reasons why I love being black, lesbian, and married.
Yesterday Afternoon... She'd walked into the house after work carrying the same energy she'd left with this morning. So instead of greeting her, I sat quietly working on my book as she began the mundane task of unpacking her lunch bag. After being together this long I've learned what signs to look for before I go … Continue reading The Oath
I hate my wife. There I said it. There's only really two times a day when I'm happy to see her. When she brings me food and when it's time for bed. Other than that... But don't feel sorry for her. She knows that I hate her and she's perfectly okay with it because, you see, … Continue reading The lesbians.