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The Weight of a PaperWeight
You recognize your crazy comes from more than one source… you’re welcome.
Pink Robes & Uzis
I can think of no better time to share this story than now. I’m sure you’ve been wondering why this blog is named Pink Robes & Uzis, well today you get to find out.
Chinese Twilight Zone
This next installment is another collection of memories. I was only 7 years old when this took place. I remember a great many things in great detail, and others are just impressions.
Now and Forever
For over 15 years I have dedicated myself to becoming a better and better teacher. I have been an unwavering entrepreneur. I have furthered my education and been on the cutting edge of my field. And then, my partner died.
If We Lose We Die, But If We Win We WIN!!!
I’m a freshman or sophomore in high school. As per usual, we are spending the majority of the summer in Mexico. This year my brother’s best friends Chris and Mario joined us for ten days. During that stay, we took a trip to Acapulco with our family friends the Choussales.
Karma of the Human Starfish
Sometimes there are these moments in life where it feels like the inevitable conclusion that Karma will, in fact, avenge you.
You No like’a the Chop!?
This coming Wednesday is Mick’s birthday. He would have been 59 years old and he passed away on February 28th, 2017. I can’t believe it’s been almost 8 months since my partner of 15 years succumbed to cancer. Amidst the tragedy of his death, I often reminisce in the brilliant stories he would share. This is one of my favorite ones; it is not as good as he would have told it but I will do my best.
The Weight of Dissatisfaction
These layers are interconnected and permeate each other at all times in all ways. At the center and not connected is purusa (the ideology of the spirit, soul, the witness). Purusa is untouched by the system but is seated at its center to experience and witness. So that means that what I do physically affects the way I way I feel. It means that my behavior to exercise daily affects my body, the way I breathe and even my emotions.
I am a Sick Man!!
The fall of 1988, I’m about twelve years old. It’s a cold fall night in Palos Verdes. The house that I grew up in sits at the top of Portuguese Bend Canyon and overlooks the ocean and Catalina Island. It’s a beautiful place that has the feeling of isolation and privacy permeates in every woodchip on the ground. The night was like many others, cool and with a varying breeze.
I Said Tuck and Roll Ladies!!
There’s a part of me that truly believes he threw this in my face because he knew what I was and he wanted no part of it. I’m sure there were other motivations: this is the way you forge a man from a child, men are not sissies, men are better than women, blah blah blah. It’s pretty amazing that considering what I do for a living, my father was the only person I never told I was gay. So here’s a little story about karma and bigotry.
How Best to Explain el Patron
It’s probably time you were introduced to my Dad, Jose Alejandro Luna Peralta. Like many people in Mexico, he went by his middle name Alejandro. My Dad was born in Mexico City in 1945.
The Deadliest Slipper
So before we get started a few things that you should know. 1) This story does not make my Dad look good. He was a deeply flawed man and yet, he tried to love me as best he could. 2) This story highlights some dark truths that happened long ago. Never was an old slipper such a catalyst for chaos.