humanity
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The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book By: Ryan Gonzales It was an ordinary day. Another monotonous stretch of ever-present ingenuity with nowhere to really go. Easily contained within the confines of my imagination and impatience for a lack of understanding. I never thought I would ever get so desperate that I would start writing these thoughts and feelings down onto paper, yet alone on a daily basis. I was of firm belief that if I ever did, I would chronologically date the passages justly so. However, as I sit here drinking another cup of coffee, I realize I find myself desiring to make a jittered story of these sentiments instead, with no real end or beginning. In a sense, creating a canon for the avid non-listener. Either way, I know I have come far enough with these thoughts that seeing a therapist is certainly not out of the question.
By Ryan Gonzales5 years ago in Humans
I Am Not A Settler Or A Colonizer
I had no choice as to where and when I would be born. None. I didn't decide to be born a white dude in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada on a winter's day in 1973. I just came into this world and, bam, there I was. Deal with it. I'm here!
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Humans
Portofino
Sunny shifted into 4th gear as he gained speed in a red Portofino hauling out of thick city traffic. Behind him, sunset melted the skyline into a hot pink shimmer. The Portofino purred as Sunny slid it into 5th. The streets stretched and began to thin. Soon, the city seemed far behind. A highway carried Sunny through fields and pastures dotted with palm and citrus trees. Every few miles, a cluster of houses would appear, with chicken coops and donkeys in the dirt front yards. The air was a cool pale lilac hue now, the light not quite yet blue.
By Maggie Sand5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book Organization
Life is more than amazing. It simply is the best ever gift that all of us could have ever received. However, I am sure you are aware that life is not so simple. Obviously, something so grandiose cannot be simple. It comes with all sorts of condiments, challenges, surprises, unimaginable events and circumstances. It sounds complicated, right? Yes, that is a great word that many would use to describe life.
By Ane Marie Elle5 years ago in Humans
My Friends
Lust is habitually late more often than not, due to all-night sexual activities. All that changed when he met his wife, Chastity. When they met, she was a professional pleasurist. Her specialty? Everything! A former nun, she trained at the Paris Academy of Sensuality. There she learned how to please another in every manner imaginable way and to please herself. Once Lust tasted the delicacy called Chastity, well, as they say, how ya gonna get them to eat a meat burger after they’ve had filet mignon? No one can compare to Chastity. Lust became monogamous. They live in Bel Air and have triplets.
By Jon Gourdine5 years ago in Humans
Mamadou: Bearer of the Best Beastly Facts
As a child, I remember not so patiently waiting for the postman to come and deliver the mail. My parents were strict and I was seldom allowed out of the house unless it was a sanctioned sporting event. So the days I had to myself where I was not condemned to sprint in the blazing Southern Californian sun was a luxury I took full advantage of. I spent my time consuming books and magazines. Hence, my waiting for the postman to come and deliver my next batch of books. One of my absolute favorite things to read was National Geographic Kids. I would pour through the glossy pages of the magazine and be dazzled by a myriad of different animals.
By Lauren A Radspinner5 years ago in Humans
THE PRAYING LADY by TERRI MCCORMICK
Willa Salinger took a long drag off her cigarette, feeling the smoke flow into her eagerly waiting lungs. Holding the half-inhaled dart between her fingers, she appreciated having something to do with her hands again. She'd quit for eight days, and in that time, she'd bitten the thumbnail on her right hand down to the quick, making it sore and bloody like a severed stump. But now, as she leaned outside Cecil’s in the greyness of mid-morning in the lull between the breakfast and lunch rushes, she didn’t notice the annoying pain of her chewed thumb. Even the ever-present ache in her chest was starting to subside.
By Terri McCormick5 years ago in Humans
Do I Hear You?
In our neighborhood, we have a conflict brewing between a social agency and the community. The agency director said," It is incredible how many times we can say the same thing, and we still aren't understood." Members of the community suggest that the recent illegal activities and a rash of interpersonal conflicts are because the agency isn't listening to their concerns. This is a sad state, and I am sure both sides feel frustrated and blame each other. Blame creates distance, and distance makes compromise impossible. We need ways to bring people into proximity, give them permission and space to be heard, and listen with generosity.
By Bob McInnis5 years ago in Humans
3 must-have stabilizers for your journey through to the end of a global pandemic and beyond
Covid-19, PPE, and R number are terms much like ‘self-isolate’ and ‘social distancing’ that I’ve heard enough of, although there is no suggestion here to throw caution to the wind. The repetition of such expressions for months on end has impacted us all.
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Humans
Dear Self
Hello Hello! Welcome to Tales of the Gray, the podcast for individuals adventurous of spirit and young at heart, regardless if this is your second, third or fourth act! My name is Nora Lunna and for the next 25 minutes, let’s forget about every day and have fun! Life is too short to worry about the little things. Have fun, fall in love, eat that cake, climb the mountain, ride your bike, regret nothing, and don’t let people bring you down.
By Nora Lunna5 years ago in Humans
