Wrote this short 2500-word story Christmas day; put it on Smashwords for FREE last night.
It’s Christmas Eve and college student Jamison Riley has chosen to spend the holiday alone, in Sigma Mu Pi’s just-off-campus frat house. Of course the fact he’s arranged a blind date for tonight had something to do with turning down several relatives’ offers. The date is after all, the first such opportunity – of any “acuity” – he’s had all semester…
Here’s the link.
Note: find “the rest of the story” titled The Daily Conjuror, HERE (for 99-cents).
Dear Huffington Post readers:
This statement appeared on H-P, below the comment box after I left what follows…
“Due to the potentially sensitive nature of this (H-P) article, your comment may take longer to appear publicly.”
There’s only one reason I can think of for a Man to actually carry a bag. And his reaction would more likely be: Hey dude, how many Glocks does that baby hold?
Every activity/freedom on this list is meant to further blur-the-line between the Male SEX and the Female SEX. (Yes, my little grrl-power friend, I use the word “sex” because you hate it so. p.s. Sex is 99.999% either/or; it’s “preferences/proclivities” that are all over the place.) I suspect such women quote-unquote journalists DESPISE having been born Female (um-m-m Free-for-all Abort-Abort-Abortions?), so want to hurry up the destruction of what they can never be: a Masculine-Male. If she doesn’t SEE any of you Masculine-Males then, like the highchair-confined, Cheerio-dropping toddler she seems to be, both you AND that pesky “O” have disappeared. At least from her reality – and those women like her she directs her articles to.
So quick, gentlemen, do as you’re told: grab some eyeliner, throw on a fancy-hat, some pink yoga pants, open-toed shoes, and git yer hot selfie out there. Oh, and twerk-the-town red.
Thanks go out to Chapin’s Inferno (where I posted this rant first in the comments) for the heads-up on the latest “good word” from the Left.