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“You’re too you…

September 18, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“You’re too young for a diary. You don’t have anything to write about.” Mom gave me this response every time I asked if I could have a diary. She was right. I’ve kept them all and for a solid year there’s nothing to read about except all the animals I wanted to take home when we would go to the pet store for parakeet food. Eventually boys show up. They faded quickly. The most consistent entries were dedicated to dreams, […]

Categories: snippets • Tags: all I've ever wanted, diaries, mom advice, secrets

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privacy + security

September 18, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

The windows in her daughter’s room are bare, which is usually the case when I’m called out. Four walls of lavender, a white ceiling and trim, and peach picture molding sends me back to having my first unshared bedroom. It was lavender, I liked eating peaches, and I wore white cotton underwear. One window is to my left, facing the neighbor’s kitchen, and three windows straight ahead face the street. The installer knows that when he receives the shades, he’ll […]

Categories: stories • Tags: bare windows, children, craft time, privacy, rocking chair, window treatments

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& his other passion

September 18, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Categories: sounds

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his name was charles t. his name is ansar

September 18, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Ansar’s voice is amazing. It’s as rich and dark and bold as his black as night skin. It makes you tremble. It freezes you. Only after the initial shock of its strength can you begin listening to it. I can faintly hear his voice at the top of the staircase, where the sounds of urban street sprawl mix with the sounds of urban underground transportation. With every step downward, his volume increases – I’m getting closer. At the bottom of […]

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el cerrito

September 18, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

There was a time in my life when I embraced strange men and the experiences that came with them. Lunch or dinner lead to me being wrapped in duct tape and modeling for photography sessions. Overweight gold chained characters, heavy on the gray chest hair, fed me fried ice cream. Lovers two and a half times my age stained motel carpets with red candle wax. Store owners closed shop early for backroom boogy. And today I guess I’m not too […]

Categories: secrets, stories • Tags: anger, art, BART, butt crack, El Cerrito, Japan, jaul, life story, short story, whiskey

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“You are folded…

September 18, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“You are folded like origami, like paper you cut, as I taste the blood pulsating in the corner of my lip…Thinking about your the uncompromizing position and how you can make lots of money…” My hairdresser sends me texts with typos sometimes.

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you will receive

September 18, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Categories: scribbles

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scenes from today (a long time ago)

September 17, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

geometric planes of styrofoam dancing in traffic, obliterated into snow, bouncing on asphalt instead of melting into blackness mutt hut bunny’s doll palace entenmann’s bakery outlet candy corner San Leandro has stolen my heart several times in the past five years, but it always gives it back. My heart has been taken again, and I’m doing just fine without a beat. If you only know San Leandro by its main thoroughfares, it’s a simple and bland city. Isolated pockets of […]

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questions and answers

September 17, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

My penpal asks me a lot of questions. A shit ton of them remain unanswered. I’m just waiting for a new set of duck lips.

Categories: scribbles • Tags: communication, creative exchanges, interview, old best friends, pen pal

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a letter

September 17, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Something I’ve never been good at is doing things abruptly. Everything requires immense planning and preparation. Removing adhesive bandages off my hairy arms always requires a warm bath, clean towels, and an oversized robe; there is no such thing as just yanking off a Band-Aid. The same goes with bringing people into my life and letting them go — it’s a process. Awhile back, when I barely knew Jonah, I had the oddest feeling he was going to politely ask me to exit his life. It took me […]

Categories: secrets

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