“He is not affected by the reality of distress touching his heart, but by the showy resemblance of it striking his imagination. He pities the plumage, but forgets the dying bird.” –Thomas Paine
I’m sure some of you have already guessed I have (yet another) cynical view point on the existence and validity of male emotions. Read More
Forever always seems
to be around when things begin
but forever never seems
to be around when things end
Lyrics from “Forever“ by Ben Harper Read More
True story. It’s New Year’s Eve. My crew and me were not only ringing in the New Year, we were also celebrating my cousin T’s birthday. His girlfriend and my girlfriend were like batty an’ bench (that’s like fric and frac for the non-Jamaican massive). We gathered at my boy Charles’ place for our big bashment. Liquor? Check. Read More
A blast from my less than stellar relationship past…
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‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ my boyfriend Tim says, as he and two of his boys head to the bar to get drinks.
‘I’ll be here,’ I say in response, hoping C doesn’t notice that my eyes are trailing Jeff, Tim’s best friend, as they walk away. Read More
People, can you tell me why all the good, warm and fuzzy emotions you feel from the moment you realize you like someone seem to fade away so quickly? Why is it we can’t hang on to those good feelings for the duration of our relationships? How is it that try as we might to avoid them the ‘blahs’ always seem to find their way into an otherwise perfectly good romantic connection? As we all know, those blahs are some powerful shit. They can transform your partner’s cutest quirks into intolerable defects in just a few short months.
I was young. So was she. But my relationship with Joanne was the first ‘grown up’ connection I’d ever had with a woman. By grown up, I refer not only to our respective ages, but also to our respective life circumstance. I had recently graduated and was living on my own in Toronto for the first time. Joanne was still in school, but had also recently escaped the clutches of her parents. Read More
SAM SHARPE, SKYE BLUE and ELIZABETH ROSE
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I’ve got to be honest. Hearing those three little words doesn’t do it for me. It doesn’t move me to praise God or my lover. Nor does it make me run for cover. No, hearing a woman say “Sam, I love you” at worst makes me cringe a little and at best makes me do a little inner shoulder shrug Read More
I’m very honoured to have been asked to write a Valentine’s Day post for Met Another Frog. That said I’m not quite sure if I’m the fittest bird for the occasion. The thing is I’m not really that much of a romantic. Love, I believe, is an agreement. Love is choosing. If you’re reading these lines with gooey eyed, cupid stricken scorn, please don’t get me wrong: Read More
“You moon the wrong person at an office party and suddenly you’re not ‘professional’ any more.” – Jeff Foxworthy Read More