I don’t often go into my Spam folder. It’s usually filled with emails from Nigerian princes and cam girls who apparently are very, very wet but I’m very, very gay and not interested. Recently, in between money offers from his royal highness and girls who ask me to ‘taste their

When I tell people who I used to be, they don’t believe me. And not just because I used to be black. It’s because I was withdrawn, lacking in all things self-esteem, clad in Matrix gear (complete with trenchcoat), and emphatically Christian. People who knew me then hardly recognize me

Ok, so let’s say you’re looking to do something cheap today but don’t feel like sitting on the hard bleachers at a $2 baseball game and don’t wanna watch movies with a bunch of people who are too cool to put brakes on their bicycles.   Perhaps you just feel like learning better ways