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"There is always a certain elegance in an exotic woman that appeals to desperately repressed American Men. We are told from a very young age that women are lesser mortals and that those who appear different must appear so because of an innate quality of corruption or evil in their souls. It is a very narrow and dogmatic view that is particularly prevalent in the strained southern society where I grew up. And, for a man like me, these are the kind of women that set our blood on fire. It...

Bluegrass grown wild Deep in the mountain country of Kentucky, a man sits alone in invigorating morning silence. It is spring time and the man is dressed in his usual garb for temperate climate: overalls, no shirt, no shoes. The stereotypical image of a traditional hillbilly. Sipping calmly from a jar of stout whiskey, the man lifts a heavy instrument from behind the massive and ancient chair that supports him. Softly strumming the strings with the tips of his fingers he twist the appropriate...

Dear, Lovely Merciful Editor Several weeks of harsh climate and unbearable heat have passed as I sit waiting, desperately, hunched over a laptop in the palm of a sweltering desert, praying for word from my favorite editor: my only friend and a lone voice of sanity against the howling wolves or the hiss of some strange giant reptile roaming these desert wastelands. I have been busy. I am now under the employment of the Texas State Mental Health and Retardation facility in Mexia, Texas. And as ...

I remember thinking something like: wow, this stuff might really get on top of me. And then I was completely gone.... It all started that saturday, a few hors before the races in Prairie Hill. I had been a few times before with friends of mine but it never really seemed like my kind of scene, ya know. Too much incestuous redneck energy flying around at one event. But I was invited and didn't want to seem rude besides, I thought, maybe I'll go and make a story out of it. Turn it into some type...

One of the hardest things I've ever had to do was come to grips with my father's alcoholism. My earliest memories in life involve my dad coming home drunk at two o' clock in the morning and dragging me out of bed to witness his violent physical abuse of my mothere while he lectured me with in his slurred, drunken speech about his idea of what a man should be. After my parents divorced it took me many years before I was able to speak to my father again and I can't honestly say that we were eve...