Fluid Stories

I stare at it from across the room; cock my head and look at it sideways. I even kneel down, squint my eyes tight, and twist my chin this way and that before finally shaking my head in confusion. “Nope. I don’t see it. Like, at all.” “Sh’right there!” Cassie yelps with a slur. “You’re telling me, with a straight fucking face, you see a vagina in that bean bag chair?”  “Mhmm. Right there! Clear as day. Look.” Cassie wobble...

Princess My mind is a fucking slugfest. Muhamed Ali versus George Foreman. The Rumble in the Jungle. I sit in my car, pensive. Two massive personalities square off inside my indecisive head. Punch after punch controlling my every thought. In one corner, Peter the jock. Twenty-two year old, six foot, blonde hair, blue eyed, former all-American football phenom. In the opposing corner, Princess. Princess loved dorning my mot...