My mom died 10 years ago this September. Cancer. The fucking bastard cancer, I don't even wanna capitalize it. I'm a momma's boy, like just about every other man on this planet, and I'd had many nightmares throughout my life about her dying. In the year leading up to it, knowing she likely wouldn't see another Christmas (her favorite holiday, and also her birthday), I was beside myself with grief ...

A story that's rarely told, or even discussed by the two of us, is that I remember the day Stoya wanted my opinion on whether or not to do what she calls porn porn. That is to say the whorearchy (short explanation, longer explanation) of "I shoot nude photos, tee hee" vs "I show my pussy in some photos" vs "well, sometimes I've got a ...

In all the stories I've told of dating, or sex, I've never revealed anyone's identity or name. It's not my style. But, this one's different for many reasons. The first of which is that I have explicit permission. Also : she's written about us. And it was later immortalized and illustrated in Heavy Metal magazine. While her story is more poetic and beautiful ...

I'll never forget the night of January 2nd, 2000. I was living in Seattle, holed up in my shitty attic room, while rain smacked against the small, rickety old window in my room. I was feeling lonely, and depressed. My father called me to check in on my New Year, and see how things were going with me in Seattle. Since around the time I first moved out on my ...

I cannot stress enough, in my advanced age, the importance of brushing your teeth. You can floss, too, if you'd like. And carry mouthwash in your car, as I've been doing for years. But, nothing does as much preventative care as simply brushing your teeth at least once a day. If you're paranoid, do it before you go to bed and then again when you wake up. If I had kids, ...

It's Mother's Day, which is a day I normally try to ignore. But, on some level, I feel empowered around this time of year. It's nearly impossible to offend me , but the first Mother's Day after my mom died, all the emails and TV ads about "do something special for your mother this year" nearly made me cry every time. I had to ignore that and power through because it's ...

(if you missed Part 1 and Part 2, you're gonna be confused) It must have been just a few weeks into my Senior year of high school. I was working at an arts & crafts store called Old America at the time. The Bus was still consistently running out of gas at inconvenient ...

(if you missed Part 1, you're gonna be confused) Throughout the remaining month or so of summer, I got pretty good at driving The Bus and acclimating to its various quirks. Chuck (my stepdad) gave me a book provided by Darryl called "The Complete Idiots Guide to Volkswagen Bus Maintenance and Repair". He told me any issue I'd have with The ...

At the start of my Sophomore year of high school, I was 15 and had my Driver's Permit. As I was turning 16 in a few months, my mom knew I was going to start asking about some kind of car-for-myself situation. My sister's history of vehicles prior to that included things like her friend's beat-ass car that she bought for $300 that didn't have a key but a ...

Few things in this world can compare to the joy and freedom a young person experiences when they spend their first few days in their first adult home - a place with their name on a lease, no parents anywhere in sight. Freedom. And responsibility. But, let's focus on the freedom. The summer after I graduated high school, my mom and her husband were out of town a lot - which ...