Your best strategy is to treat every encounter with [cops] as an encounter with a dangerous, unpredictable, rabid wild animal who may maul you for no reason you can adequately comprehend. – “Not For Any Reason Whatsoever”
The existence of prostitutes required considerable cognitive gymnastics to reconcile with the Victorian view that women were intrinsically asexual. – “The Peril”
I remember pain – whether physical or emotional – every bit as vividly as I remember facts. Every laceration and every rejection; every broken bone, and every broken heart. – “The Actual Cost”
Case in point one moral panic, a phenomenon in which people voluntarily relinquish their reason, their knowledge, and their consciences in pursuit of ghosts and shadows, and in doing so plunge themselves, their neighbors and those they believe they have cause to fear into a nightmarish, yet very real Twilight Zone.
– “The Monsters Are Due“
If I were a doctor, lawyer or other professional, nobody would bat an eyelash if I were to link my professional site to my blog. But because my business involves touching people on parts of their bodies the witch doctors have deemed taboo, I am placed under restrictions that massage therapists, manicurists and hairdressers need not concern themselves with. – “Meeting Maggie“
Prohibitionists, sophists, trolls, partisans and bootlickers can’t usually tweet me twice without being banished to the outer darkness where they can shout into their own arseholes all day long without the slightest chance of annoying me. – “First Impression”
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