Some time after, she demanded that I tell certain people my father's name was Wilfredo, slang for Welfare. I didn't understand it but I did it... and they laughed and laughed. 24-Nov-2024

As soon as we settle on universal soil is when the first alien will be born. 16-Sep-2024

The reason that aliens don't show up is because we haven't invented them yet. 16-Sep-2024

A stereotype is useful when navigating a people we are not familiar with. Whether to do good or be cautious, it helps. 16-Nov-2024

I've slept with more than a thousand people. How old am I? 10-Nov-2024

The celebration grew. The only store that my aunts, uncles and family friends encountered were liquor stores. I don't remember presents. Some acknowledged me and others scratched me off. I don't remember cutting a cake or it being served. No other children were invited as to not upset the Corleones. Our cousins weren't as obediently trained as my sister and I. My sister played with the M3gan knockoff all night. Hurting me. Even though sister allowed me to play with the doll, I wasn't happy. I noticed the doll was expensive because it was heavy. She was a cherub ballerina that twirled expansively. I hated her. The doll had to be laid down after each performance because she was always on point and tired. I didn't allow any of my GI Joes to fuck her. 22-Jun-2024

Having reading and writing skills allowed me to relax when I started kindergarten. I spent my extra time eating paste and drawing pictures that disturbed my teacher. I would proudly show her my work and she always said the same thing. The art was good but the atmosphere was depressing. Couldn't I add a sun somewhere? I added the sun once and it looked more depressed than the scary atmosphere. Adding a sun didn't add any to my personal life. The teacher wouldn't let it go and involved Pazuzu. She attended and I had to translate. I basically had to repeat an insult to myself in two languages. Mother made it worst. She didn't understand what I/teacher was saying. The teacher showed her my paintings and she didn't understand. She didn't see anything unusual. Then something dawned on her that changed her mind. My son is embarrassing me and everyone is looking at me like I'm Pazuzu. She didn't quite understand the conversation but she agreed with the adults to watch me closely and get me some help. I'm sure I got smacked a few times walking home. "...and don't ever bring me to these people again! They never invited her.

At home her mind raced between screams and, bingo... she figured out the conversation. There was something gay about that picture, I know it! And they know it! And I need to do something about it.

She labeled my art faggoty and never moved on. She would dump the pictures I dedicated to her from school and yelled that I would never make money off art. She had me fail art school by not providing me the tools to get assignments properly done. As adults Pazuzu thought it amusing to boast about my cousins' artistic achievements. They were different, though. One made signs and tombstones while the other wasted his art in jail. Manly stuff. She never mentioned our dilemma with art. It was Pazuzu popping out to stop me from dreaming. 15-May-2024

Our mothers had the equivalent, which was a comic book based on their favorite soaps with real pictures instead of drawings to make it look grown-up. 14-May-2024

But, there is hope... 09-May-2024

Single non-working mothers don't have the space or the money to buy their children books. Besides, they collect dust and they're not reading to babies! Who has the time? 08-May-2024

Thanks to elite comic book shaming, americans can't spell. 07-May-2024

The greatest art is behind us. 25-Apr-2024