Porn and Co-dependency Porn and I go way back. It started out as an innocent flirtation, a schoolboy’s first crush. But it didn’t stay that way. At some point, porn and I started lying to […][…]
I think my dad is sexually disabled. In his late twenties, Dad gave up a world class oboe career to pursue the violin. His parents wanted a lawyer or a doctor but my father ate, […][…]
“…what is usually called hypnosis is an experimental model of a naturally occurring phenomenon in many families. In the family situation, however, the hypnotists (the parents) are already hypnotized (by their parents) and are carrying […][…]
Let’s start at the beginning. Now that it’s typed, that reads like a cliché, but when faced with writer’s block, it’s as good a place as any to start. That’s the lesson — just start. You […][…]
So, did sex happen? my friend asks over the phone. I relay a memory involving an old boyfriend from high school. Frozen, I have no idea what to say. Um, well. I breathe into […][…]
I am Hobart, and I am an alcoholic. I am also a homosexual who is currently coming to terms with a particularly juicy slice of the insane life I led when I first arrived in […][…]
“Fuck you, Mom. I look at porn.” That’s the root of the problem isn’t it? Not just her fault, that would be too easy and too damn typical and childish to stomach. And my continued […][…]
Family habits are hard to quit. Cycles move through us and are passed down; we all carry our own portion of psychological damage, the inherited limitations that shape our existence. Our individual share of what […][…]
Growing up on a road named Myopia always seemed fitting for my family since a myopic vision involves being able to see objects when things are close by, but having difficulty in seeing when objects […][…]
My brother’s troubles began with my parent’s marriage. They knew each other for only one week when they married. Mother told me that she only agreed because she was twenty-five, an old maid. Dad was […][…]
