We’ve all seen the familiar story. Hot teacher and young teenage male student. One newspaper used the word “romp” to describe a 24 year-old woman and a 16 year-old boy.
I click on the links and read the stories even though I know the reader comments will make me sad and angry. The majority of men wanted to high five the boy and are focused entirely on the physical appearance of the woman. What a profound example of the ripples of objectification.
Sad to admit that I used to be one of those guys who thought a minor was lucky to have sex with a “hot” female adult.
I’m also so happy that most women know its damaging and stick up for the male victims despite the hostility and ignorance of the men who want to high five the kid. I think most women probably know because so many have had the confusing combination of excitement from attention and physical arousal yet their soul telling them something is wrong.
Subconsciously the soul knows its being tricked but in the height of the moment doesn’t care. Often times the weight of the abuse doesn’t hit victims until they
I’m sitting here at my favorite coffee place wondering why I didn’t wear looser pants. My junk is swollen. Not with pleasure; with bruising and stitches and a Band-Aid.
I had a vasectomy yesterday and like many of the twelve operations I’ve had, they were more complicated than expected. The doctor told my wife when he finished he felt like he needed a drink.
I had to be put under general anesthetic. Two years ago, the doctor tried to use a local while I was awake but because of some previous operations there was too much scar tissue and it was beyond painful. He told me he had done several thousand of these and never experienced this. I felt that familiar wave of shame.
Shame around my junk.
My wife and I had been talking for years about me getting one. We both knew we didn’t want children and she’d like to go off the pill soon. But I still woke up this morning feeling a pang of sadness. It’s now official. I will never reproduce.
My problems with my junk started when my testicles didn’t descend like they’re supposed to and at ten and eleven I
March 25th at Lassen Community College is Susanville, CA. There will be a screening of the California PBS documentary “A New State of Mind” followed by some speakers, one of whom will be Paul. The event is from 5:30-8:30. Admission is free and reservations aren’t necessary, but if you want them call 530-257-3864 or email firstname.lastname@example.org The event will be in Middleton Hall on campus.
Click here for details and tickets. The show is at 4pm, tickets are $12.
There will also be a group recording of listeners Friday Nov 15th at 7pm. It will also take place in the Workman Arts building at 651 Dufferin St in Toronto. Signs will be posted and it will be in the basement. Stragglers are welcome and we’ll probably go until about 8:30 or 9:00pm. No tickets are necessary, it’s free.
I will have a bunch of surveys printed out that people can sift through and comment on during the recording. Former guest and therapist Susan Hagen will be sitting in. Show up early (6:30 or 6:45) if you want to look through some surveys before we start recording. People will basically take turns at the mic talking to Susan and me and responding to the printed surveys and time permitting sharing some of their story with us as well.
If you’d like to participate in the group recording email me at email@example.com so I can get an idea of how many are going to show up.
Thanks to podcast guest Susan Hagen for turning me on to this and Amanda Curtin for developing it.
Childhood Bill of Rights
A child has the right
- to be safe
- to have parents who are resources in a one way relationship that is focused on the child
- to be able to witness emotion being expressed in a healthy way by the parents
- to have the family be a safe enough place for the child to express emotions and then to experience validation of those emotions by the parents
- to have basic needs net
- to witness healthy adult behavior and a parental relationship that is intimate and a partnership
- to experience healthy limit setting for the child’s good by the parents
- to experience life as usually fun and to be encouraged to explore the world in small steps
- to receive support and help around problems
- to be given accurate mirroring by the parents
Developed by Amanda Curtin, Center for Change, Cambridge, MA
The year was 1989 and Nancy Reagan’s “Just Say No” anti-drug campaign was in full effect. Weed was getting harder and harder to find and becoming a lot more expensive.
I had just started supporting myself doing standup fulltime and since I only had to work an hour a day (plus another hour or two writing new material and taking care of the business side), I decided I would grow my own.
Be careful what you wish for.
Like most things I do, I either get discouraged immediately and quit, or see a ray of light and go full bore. For some reason, I believed I could grow my own pot. Not sure why my self-confidence chose an illegal activity to make a rare appearance, but I was glad to feel inspired.
I tried using a fluorescent grow light that couldn’t have been more than about 50 watts. I’m not sure what that light was equipped to grow but it wasn’t weed. The seeds I had planted in Styrofoam cups barely sprouted then quickly died.
I was in Barbara’s Bookstore on Wells in Chicago’s Old Town neighborhood and found a book on how to grow pot. I soon discovered I
Have you ever made a multi-layered hate cake?
I made a monstrous one today. Ten delicious layers of built up resentment, fear and worry.
It’s really ridiculous. It was about nothing serious. Taking care of some business related to a support group.
But the woman who requested that I take care of this issue talks a lot, and is needy. And yes, she reminds me of my mom. So out of the gate, I have an uneasiness and impatience with having to deal with her. Layer one.
Then, the thing she requested me to do had hazy details, so I wasn’t sure how to respond. Gray area. I might make a mistake. Layer two.
I began to picture her hovering over my every move, questioning my handling of it. Future projecting. Layer three.
Then I contacted the business she had the problem with and I kept getting a message saying they were not taking calls at that time. What. The. FUCK!!!!! Layer four.
I waited a day. Called back. Same thing. I started imagining her hounding me for answers while I deal with a business that can’t get its fucking phones straight. Layer five.
I finally found
Click on the link below to view the pictures. There are about 50 of them. You can also watch them as a slideshow.