The Wee Democracy

i'm from dallas, not mars

there came a point in my junior year of college that i realized that men and women really aren't that different. oh sure, there are your macho types and your girly girls, your meatheads and your ditzes, your himbos and your bimbos. but, when you strip down to brass tacks, we're the same. or close to it.

i wrote a couple of things for a couple of creative writing classes that year, and both of them were from the first person POV of a girl. now i don't mean to toot my own horn here (or not that much, anyways, maybe just a little, for the critics), but i kept getting little pats on the backs from girls saying that i really understood what it was like to be a girl. my pal stephanie wanted to know who squealed.

well, anyone who reads this blog with any kind of regularity understands that i know nothing, not the first fucking thing about women. but i do know this. when i wrote that story, when i wrote the single page assignment that expanded into full story form, the traits, the thoughts, the insecurities, and hopes, doubts, anger, fear, whatever...all of that shit, was mine.

so, can't we all just get along?




feeling: tired as hell
thinking of: nothing in particular
song of the day: staralfur - sigur ros
the lyrics are in a foreign language....so fuck if i know what they are

p.s. anyone who wants a copy of the stories that i wrote, to see if i'm full of shit or not, can email me at mr_in_between@hotmail.com