The heavy judger of men

Modesty, 1749-52, by Antonio Corradini (1688-1752)

The only words I’ve ever said during a haircut: 1. “Just a tidy up, please” 2. “Yeah, the water temperature’s fine, thank you” (water might feel like it’s straight from a fridge or from a kettle, doesn’t matter) 3. “Looks great, thanks” (even if they’ve accidentally cut my ear

Got my hair pulled back and my sunglasses on, baby

Before even opening the door to a debate or an argument you have to have a basis of understanding on what the other person is saying. If you haven’t asked them a single question about their stance, you are assuming that you completely understand their perspective at face value.

It’s the same play over and over again, just insert the country du jour

People should share the foods they eat, the music they listen to, the stories they’ve read, the art they find beautiful and the things they truly love, They should not share their ideologies or theocracies, their politics or their hate. No one actually needs to hear about those

No politics, no religion, no money talks at the dinner table That was the rule at my gramma’s house growing up, and she would have everyone over for dinners all the time. “Take it outside” she would say, if you couldn’t control your manners

Just because you feel defensive doesn’t mean you’re being attacked

We’re neither Jewish or Iranian but we sure do love making their food

I can’t help but nibble his ear when we’re hugging, or grab his ass every time he walks past or bite his lip as he’s trying to kiss me. I would consume him entirely if I was able to

Tgif! Hope you experience some pleasant time outside this weekend

The sound of a tree frog at my bedroom window

Moving my friend to a better location