Author Archives: Max T Kramer
I watched a feminist documentary. I didn’t like it.
Mistress and I went to a showing of the documentary Miss Representation in Hartford this past Wednesday. Granted, there were other places I would have rather been, like The Beijing Museum of Tap Water, or Donner Pass during storm season, or … Continue reading
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Tagged feminism, girls, media, media literacy, miss representation, women
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My mother never hit me, but I sure wish she did.
Our country is a wonderful, amazing, incredible place. Sadly, it is full or horrible, useless people. Us. We suck, and for the most part, we are frustratingly ignorant of this fact. I don’t believe that we are willfully self-delusional. We’ve just … Continue reading
I may be a writer, but none of my friends like to read.
I’m not allowed to talk about reading or writing with my friends. They consider these activities to be deviant behavior, and they feel that openly discussing them is incredibly distasteful. I’m something of an enigma. A nerd without any nerd … Continue reading
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Tagged forever alone, friends, humor, mega shark vs giant octopus, reading, twilight, writing
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It’s 2012, why am I still alive?
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! I held my breath, and did another count down, this one in my head. After about 30 seconds, I gave up with a sigh, and focused entirely on making sweet lip love with Mistress. It looks like … Continue reading
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Tagged 2012, Animals, apocalypse, end of world, humor, sarah mclachlan, zombies
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True Fiction
Fiction, by definition, deals with information or events that are not factual. It is imaginary. Made up. Unreal. Ironically, the best fiction is successful entirely because it feels real. You don’t need flowery language to create an entertaining story. You don’t need … Continue reading
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