She just happens to be my father, young man, and I'd appreciate it of you'd show her a little respect. - David Sedaris

You can't kill the Rooster. You might can fuck him up a little sometimes, but you can't kill him.

I laid my hand over hers on the desktop and then looked down at it, thinking what a great poster this would make. "Togetherness," it might read. I'd expected electricity to pass mutually between us, but all I really felt was self-conscious, and disappointed that more people weren't looking on.

The word phobic has its place when properly used, but lately it's been declawed by the pompous insistence that most animosity is based upon fear rather than loathing. No credit is given for distinguishing between these two very different emotions.