Let’s talk about death, baby.

Saturday was the 13th Annual International Survivors of Suicide Day. “Survivors?” My friend asked. “That’s the wrong word.” But it isn’t. Every 40 seconds someone takes his own life. And every 41 seconds, someone is left to make sense of it. That’s what the ads for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention say. That one […]

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Home is where the LA is.

I’ve lived in LA for almost 14 years now. I’ve left to go try other places during those 14 years, but I always come back. I never mean to come back, but I do. Here I am. Hi! Since I’ve been here for so long, I have grown accustomed to my environs. I can easily […]

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A year! I could have been pregnant 1.3333 times.

Last week was the year anniversary of Taboo Tales. Years really sneak up on you. One day you’re seven and teaching your Barbies how to have sex in the back of their Ferrari. And the next day you’re twenty-seven and wondering how come you’ve never had sex in the back of a Ferrari. Last October […]

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Richard Simmons is not a whore

Many times I’ve questioned my status as an adult. My ability to continuously lapse my health insurance serves as a frequent reminder that being in my thirties could possibly be an adulthood facade. However, that all went out the window this weekend. Now I know I am adult. For sure. I went to a Halloween […]

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Douchebag Robot

  I had a realization the other day: I’m a douche bag. I don’t use that term lightly. I don’t really even like that term. But, in this particular case, it was the only way I could describe myself. Douchey. I’m not the stereotypical douche bag. I don’t wear Ed Hardy shirts or pump house […]

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