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19. made you feel attractive to other races?

September 21, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Malcolm Godwin’s book, “WHO ARE YOU? 101 WAYS OF SEEING YOURSELF” asks: “How much do you think your racial make-up has contributed to your mental, spiritual, and psychological view of the world? Would you say that it has: ….” Twenty four questions follow. I answered “no” to almost all of them which means, at least in the context of the presentation, that my race hasn’t played a strong part in the formation of my identity. Number 19, though, got a […]

Categories: stories • Tags: conversations, culture, ethnicity, Malcolm Godwin, questions

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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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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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invite me in

September 17, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Her face was covered in scabs. They were as bright and permanent as her skin tight clothes. “The doors are wet. They’ve just been refinished. Be careful as you’re walking around. That’s why it smells in here. You might get high.” I sat my bags down. “An additional benefit.” The husband perked up, showing a coffee and nicotine stained grin through a thick, brown beard. “’An additional benefit.’ Yeah, yeah – AN ADDITIONAL BENEFIT! That’s funny.” Husband shuffled the perimeter […]

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abracadabra, you’re approachable!

September 16, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Approachability is something I’ve never researched, but I have it. (Adding it to the “one of these days I’ll read about __________” list.) Having it puts you in a lot of interesting situations if you agree to get into them, like letting a guy you just met throw you a magic show birthday party. I invited a handful of people, including my sister and a few of her friends. It was a mixed crowd: underagers, my sarcastic high school crew […]

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logic

August 24, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Mom and dad always get nervous when sister or I take rides from strangers. I was going to drive to LA last weekend but lost by license somewhere during the walk from the laundry room to the car. Since I like to speed, I thought it’d be better to be a passenger with a licensed driver and found one through craigslist’s rideshare. When I told my parents, they responded with, “Who are you riding with? Do you know them? Are […]

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salvation + dedre

August 20, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“Have you ever said the Salvation Prayer?” “The Salvation Prayer? I’ve never heard of it. I did a lot of praying growing up but I don’t think any of the prayers I said went by that name.” “It will save you. Will you say the prayer with me?” I practice yes. With our hands embraced, I repeated several lines after her. “You will be saved. You won’t go to hell with this prayer.” “But only if I mean what I […]

Categories: stories • Tags: belief, faith, God, Jesus, prayer, religion

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