Diary of a Diva

Ten Years

“Are you guys okay? You look a little, I don’t know…bewildered. Not to mention out of place,” I giggled, gesturing at their pressed slacks and white button-downs. “You’re not freaked out by these, are you?” I

Happy Horses

I took a sip of my drink and tried not to make a face. A splash of whiskey swimming in a deep pond of mint liqueur and ginger ale was not what I expected when I

Good Smut

“Did you see the trailer for Fifty Shades of —” “Fuck, no,” I said before Kerry could finish speaking the title. Kerry laughed and nodded in support of my reaction. “My mother told me that book set women

Dubstep Speaks to Me

I’d been mostly focused on the fish taco in my hand as my friend Ed had been expounding upon his latest lament. Something about an article he’d recently read about the changing cultural practices in another

Sorry We’re Sorry

You know a marketing campaign has struck a zeitgeist nerve when it manages to create a viral video that positions its product at the center of a national discussion, prompting news outlets and commenters to spread

And the Emmy Goes To…

David and I got into the car, fastened our seatbelts, and just sat there for a second. I turned in my seat to meet David’s eyes. We stared at each other in silence, allowing the surreality

Ghostly Remnants

My ten-year high-school reunion was much like a paper cut: I wondered how it had come to be, I suffered through the discomfort, and, once it was over, I was quick to forget it. David, at

Watch the Damn Movie

My trepidation intensified with each mile of freeway. I sighed in David’s direction once, twice, then sighed a third time, and he finally asked me what was up. “What if they’re talkers? Talkers are the worst,”

My Sudden Torment

“What are you going to do today?” It was a simple question. It begged for a simple response, something positive, something short, along the lines of how one might answer — at least in polite society

Sights Not Unseen (like Butt Sharpies)

“Did you go down another rabbit hole?” I lifted my gaze to peer over my laptop screen at David, who was smirking down at me. He sighed, and then ever so slightly turned his head to

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