How I Learn to Write Better.

Lately, a lot of things have been happening; I got accepted into a Journalism Program, I got picked up to write for an Indie Music Magazine, I have a horror film festival I am covering in 2 weeks and I just returned from a funeral. Then I was thinking admit my unfortunate travel to the…

Spring Brings Change, and Religion?

Springs means Easter, and Easter also brings chocolate. I like chocolate, yet there are some people who don’t; and I loathe them. Unless you have a peanut allergy, then I understand I guess. Chocolate is good, but it’s not enough to be life sacrificing. At least that’s my opinion, question: if you’ve never had chocolate…

How hard it is.

To be a writer, not even just a writer; a creative writer. There literally has to be new ideas or stories (that are usually tangible in experience) in which you can feed off of. As if life experience is the nourishment you need to survive, so you have to consume, and consume; just shoving your mouth spoonful after…

What do you know about Black History?

It’s the day after the Family Day long weekend (which I spent for the most part alone), and I read all these titles on medium. One about a bar who shows someone who they could’vebeen. Another asking the question “If I wasn’t fat, who would I be”? The answer is obvious, you’d be you, just…

If the fight’s over, what now?

Well, I think people are starting to realize, feminism has become toxic. You’d think this would be a big celebration, as I have been openly advocating against feminism for a long time. Instead however, I would say I almost feel lost? I never really imagined a time where this would happen. I hate radical feminists,…

On Being a Men’s Rights Activist

Before I start, I want to say that I have been involved as an activist for a long time. In university, I attempted to start a mental health student group, for sometime I just watched it decay and wither into its inevitable demise. Distorted, I stand; decaying at best. I have been battered, bruised and…

I’m sitting and staring at a wall.

I imagine myself in a desert, the sky is hues of purple and a deep, dark blue. The stars are shining brightly, there is a lone palm tree to my left, a pond beneath it. As I sit on the warm sand, that’s just beginning to cool, I look straight into a concrete wall. Gray,…