You know those hangovers where you’re so desperate for the suffering to stop you beg Jesus to stop what he’s doing?
That’s me in 1975 shortly after moving to Canada. I’m a middle-class child of immigrants. I’m told we were poor when my parents emigrated from Scotland, but I don’t remember any of that. All I remember is a bucolic childhood where I was never in want for anything I needed. MORE»
From a distance, our Earth is a perfect sphere—unchangeable, serene, radiant in the light of the merciful sun, displaying ever-changing patterns of ethereal clouds dancing ghost-like over the magnificent blue and green.
There I was, first day out of the Academy.
That’s right: This Floridian mother-daughter sex team is now accepting applications for their father-son sex counterpart. MORE»