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…
Toronto International Spring of Horror and Fantasy Film Festival!
It’s a bit early, but I just wanted to let you guys know, I will be covering the festival while it runs in April! Hopefully this won’t be another disaster like Indie Week, or Blood In The Snow (it’s a long story involving me being accused of approving the rape of women, I KNOW). So…
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…
“Just when you think you’re out….”
A recent interaction with a few on Women Against Feminism on Facebook. Drama, life’s cure for boredom, amirite?
Happy New Year, what I plan next.
Happy New Year! (I know I’m late)
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,…
This, sucks.
Man, Emily, no wonder we don’t date, I AM unattractive. I’ve got writers block, but not because I can’t think of anything to write; I just believe that I have figured out a lot of problems that I write about. So I’ve become some of what of a self-righteous writer, who is probably going to…
The Disturbing Future.
Imagine that you are a sex robot. There are people you serve, well a person. Because you are not a “real” person, this person makes you a personality. This person has been mistreated by everyone around him, or for whatever reason just hasn’t been able to couple with another human being. This “master” will die,…
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