The Jealousy Object

January was an interesting experience, as regards matters of the heart. Interesting, I say, as a way of deflecting the bad-taste-in-mouth feelings that came up. In December I found myself catching the feels for someone I’d known casually for awhile and not given that much thought to. That is not so long ago but given that I was coming out

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N is for A Nice Guy

I was challenged to write noir fiction by a friend. Being that I’m utterly unfamiliar with the genre, all I had to go by was a sexy woman in red, a world-weary man, cynical lines and criminal intentions. I gave it a desi twist, imagining what the seamy side of my city would be like. Tell me if you enjoyed

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Power Play

I’m a sadist in a masochistic land You call me God, you call me the Devil Hurt me! Heal me! Kill me! Spare me! Nail me! Resurrect me! Pain, your manna Religion, your poison All you need, all you demand I hold out food, not to feed But to induce insatiable hunger the way you want I am the provider,

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Q.E.D.

He: Are you attracted to me? She: Do you want me to say that I am? He: Actually I know you are. I just want to hear it from you. She: I am only attracted to arrogant bullies who treat me badly. Do you want to change your statement? He: No. She: Exactly.

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