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Welcome to the inside of my mind. Sorry for the clutter. While in the realm of nonfiction, let me just say memory is a lousy filer. To the best of my recollections the following actually happened. Hopefully none of it will hold up in court, being hearsay from an unreliable witness.
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For Whom the Siren Screams
It doesn’t take much cause for me to question my sanity. Although that makes one kind of ripe for gaslighting, I only fell prey to someone who used such tactics once. Not long into the relationship it dawned on me. I stayed as long as I did out of empathy. I had hope this deeply…
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& The Oscar Goes To…
Peer pressure is anathema to me. Mild cajoling if I’m only vaguely disinterested doesn’t count. But once I’ve outright voiced a negatory & wheedling continues, I get miffed. Woe to the person who tries to guilt trip me into activities I don’t want to engage in! That’s a dirty thing to do to anyone, especially…
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What Goes Thump in the Night
At times I wonder if I’ve slipped into speaking Sumerian. Possibly a past-life resurfacing; in this one I speak only English. Or perhaps I’m mumbling unawares. I try to enunciate. Yet there are individuals who respond like I said something else altogether. Maybe they only tune in to every 5th word, then fill in the…
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Glad to Be of Service
[Revision of a story published in 2016] You can take the queer out of the city, but you can’t make the Navy town on the peninsula seem anything but off. Vestiges of the city follow, the seedy bits. Perhaps it’s the military presence that encourages seamier behavior. If that’s the case, I have yet another…
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Once Bitten, Twice Bitten, Somehow Never Shy
Rare is the person who has kept house with critters & not, at some point, felt the close of teeth on skin. It’s a rite of passage. Sharing life with beings whose sole means of defense is the power of their jaws, it just happens. I may be antisocial, but no people have resorted to…
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The Witches of Eastlake
I may be guilty of many things, but wizardry isn’t one. If this were Salem, Mass. in the summer of 1692, I certainly would’ve been set ablaze, tossed in the drink, or swung from the gallows. Puritans would’ve found me objectionable, no doubt. Wouldn’t even have passed age 5 or 6. It was then I…
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