Untreated, trauma festers.
I hold it off as sketchy and stretchy and ill fitting.
...where are the other exploited boys from the 70’s?
As we age, maybe we can’t be better then we were yesterday, BUT we can be better then we would have been if we didn’t try. Yesterday I felt low. I watched a video of my posing practice. I sank under the the number of flaws I saw. I have so much further to go.... Continue Reading →
I’ve looked at this responsibility on a sliding scale with a murky mid section.
Off a dirt road behind the city I walked into a vast warehouse. Dark and quite. It’s sole gritty industry is pushing human performance. The athletes who train here squeeze their bodies through barriers most can’t even imagine. The only creature comfort are huge fans slamming the superheated Texan air around. Did I belong in... Continue Reading →
What coats my dread?