“The CAUcacity Of Dopes”

The one thing that you can say about New America is that it’s helped more than a few mediocre men who present as white begin fracking for deep reserves of gall; they’re takin’ that crude unmitigated and refinin’ that shit into weapons grade hubris! Especially narcissists. Having some, one in particular, of their own in visible positions of authority and power wreaking havoc (or ending) the lives of people who are authentically loved has caused many to take their shenanigans to all new levels. Case in point, the following email that was sent to me by the son of the … Continue reading “The CAUcacity Of Dopes”

A Tradition No One Asked or “How Two Turkeys Got Stuffed: CS:T0

Every Thanksgiving, BSC proves that not all traditions are worth keeping. Enter CS:T0, the guest who arrives stuffed with excuses and leaves everyone wishing they’d set stricter door policies and said to that last shot. Why BSC? Because it’s the only place where indulgence meets absurdity. CS:T0 presence is less a celebration and more a cautionary tale: depraved in spirit, pathetic in execution, and barely good enough to tolerate unless you were forced at metaphorical gunpoint.The stuffing metaphor writes itself. Some birds are roasted, some guests are roasted, and CS:T0? He’s the kind of stuffing that makes you regret the … Continue reading A Tradition No One Asked or “How Two Turkeys Got Stuffed: CS:T0

New Beginnings Under the Glow of Christmas Lights

The start of a new year always feels charged with possibility. It’s a blank slate—a chance to reflect on the moments that stirred your soul and chart a course toward something even greater. I spent a December evening in front of a luminous Christmas tree, the air thick with the kind of connection that can’t be planned or forced. It was the kind of night that reminds you how intoxicating it is to truly feel something—something raw, visceral, and unforgettable. But as the year turns, I’ve realized that such moments also carry lessons. They teach us about ourselves, about what … Continue reading New Beginnings Under the Glow of Christmas Lights

Fuckboi, Fuckboy or PRP?

Surprisingly, a not so subtle minority of the clinical presentations I encounter in practice are women, or assigned female at birth in an insignificant percentage of those patients. How is it that term so inextricably linked with so-called adult men also characterizes so many women who have for now flown under-the-radar of researchers, like myself, while being ambivalent AND oblivious to valid concerns that would end the start of anything relationship-wise by “normies,” so to speak? Whatever they person is, be ready for the lies at any point. Continue reading Fuckboi, Fuckboy or PRP?