by Brando on March 18, 2010
I tell this cautionary tale because it highlights a problem that I’m becoming increasingly aware of in single American society. Poor young ladies and gents who have been, for better or worse (oftentimes worse), conditioned by past relationships. We’re talking more than just the typical hang-ups and jadedness that comes from experience with relationships gone ary. No – we’re talking life altering, id-warping changes in personality and how one perceives reality and the people around them.
by Brando on March 4, 2010
Did I ever mention that the adage, “If it ain’t one thing, it’s something else” will be the title of my future autobiography? Because it seems to apply more to my life than anything else.
by Brando on March 1, 2010
It’s just where I was in his head. I was suddenly drained of all that power I’d had. I began ranting like a mad-(wo)man. I mean, what was the point of the sexual revolution brought on by the 60’s and all this new-age liberal belief that we were in control of our sexual identities and that we should own our desires if, at the end of the day, we had to go slinking back into our Victorian igloos, maintaining a false sense of propriety and blue-balling ourselves mercilessly just to seem pure enough to pull in a man?
by Brando on February 17, 2010
I have a confession to make. I’m not really black. I’m really a pure-blood Irishman who got locked in a Hollywood Tans booth for hours on end, for three consecutive days. Do you believe that? … You do!? Screw you. You can kiss my Big, Black, Beautiful, Bodacious, Benevolent Butt. (That was alliteration…bitches) Ok, for-like-seriously-though, [...]
by Brando on January 27, 2010
Picture it: Philadelphia, 2008. A young, impressionable, single (and tolerating it) gay man is on one of the first dates he’s been on since his break-up, and it is going swimmingly. So swimmingly, in fact, that it extended into a two-day date. They had met at a bar in Center City, casual, and populated). They [...]
