Pre-Inaugural Stress have you over eating and anxious? Take some tips from The Exercise Man!

Getting in shape is a science. But, while industry experts debate which diet or regimen is most effective, we can all agree that Dean Ween is a model of good health we should all aspire to.  On Sept. 11, 2016, Dean Ween starred in his first video in 16 years for his single “Exercise Man“, directed by the award winning film producer, Monica Hampton.  Starring  Ween bassist Dave Dreiwitz, Meat Puppets guitarist Curt Kirkwood, and drummer Ray Nubian, the video has lots of pointers about how to get into tip top shape! Below are some highlights from the video shoot back in September, but you … Continue reading Pre-Inaugural Stress have you over eating and anxious? Take some tips from The Exercise Man!

Don’t vote your conscience, vote your vagina.

A couple of days ago, I tweeted “So, according to @wikileaks, @realDonaldTrump has no emails with evidence that he’s a psychotic #sexualpredator #fascist fucktard? Weird!” The next morning, there were responses from the Trump camp saying, “Trump doesn’t use email.” and “You don’t know how wikileaks works.” I immediately blocked those people and deleted the tweet. These Trump supporters did not protest, “He’s not a sexual predator!” or “He’s not a fascist fucktard!” They responded, “Trump doesn’t use email.” I cringed thinking these people knew my name. So, here is my letter imploring those who feel “I must vote my conscience,” or “I … Continue reading Don’t vote your conscience, vote your vagina.

Call for Submissions: UnApologetic

http://www.unapologeticwomen.com October 11, 2016: A little over a year ago, I met my relatives in the hotel restaurant for the all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. I said hello to my aunt and uncle, and walked off to peruse the perfectly cubed potatos, the gorgeously golden brown french toast wedges, the cascades of strawberries and blueberries over mountains of melons and pineapple, and appetizing, but not spectacular, scrambled eggs being gently warmed by a bunson burner…when I noticed, across the dining room, a woman in a black shirt and smart vest expertly executing made-to-order omelettes, cracking not one, not two, but three eggs … Continue reading Call for Submissions: UnApologetic

Own Your Shit, an Open Letter to Brock Turner

Dear Brock Turner, Truthfully, every time I think of you and your shitty family, it is not easy for me to channel my inner Martin Luther King. And maybe that’s the paradox, your disgusting existence makes me try to be the best example of humanity I can strive for. If I am speaking as Tracey right now, I don’t think you or your entire gene pool has a place on this planet, except maybe in a petri dish to be studied by science. I don’t have love for you as one of “God’s children”, quite opposite, I would consider it … Continue reading Own Your Shit, an Open Letter to Brock Turner

Own Your Shit, An Open Letter to Johnny Depp

Dear Johnny Depp, Unfortunately, we live in a world where celebrities can abuse women and for the most part, it has no lasting impact on their career. You could make another movie in a couple of years and everyone will have forgotten or forgiven the fact that you beat up your much younger wife throughout your 15 month marriage. However, women will continue to be beaten and violently attacked by their partners, women who don’t have financial resources or the fortune of beauty and youth, women who are completely isolated and without means of leaving abusive men who are emboldened … Continue reading Own Your Shit, An Open Letter to Johnny Depp

Lion’s Gate, August 12, 2016

What does poetry sound like these days? I thought it was for the young I thought it was for the idealists What would this poem even look like? How would it feel, the crushing weight Of our Joyless Selves Everything is made in our image. Is it even interesting? Everything has been done and history is over. Has time stood still Preserved in a bottle of rum?    The train inches forward. The man next to me smells incredible. This could be a moment. We would remove our headphones and embrace He smells so good.   The word on the … Continue reading Lion’s Gate, August 12, 2016

#wearenotafraid #weareorlando

My mother’s family is from Ireland, and as a result, island blood pumps through my veins. When you’re from an island, you think the world is a tiny place, and so you make it so, approaching every social gathering with a gregariousness that assumes we have been friends and family forever. Irish, Puerto Rican, Cubans, perhaps partly genetic and partly political, evolving from our need to travel across the ocean to be able to find something to eat, something to dream, we can’t see imaginary boundaries and divisions between people. My love goes out to Orlando, my love goes out … Continue reading #wearenotafraid #weareorlando

The Tragedy of Comedy; Drugs and Depression.

Dec. 1, 2014 In 1997, I had my first session with a therapist. She regarded me with uncertainty,  as though she wasn’t really sure what I was doing there. She looked at me as though we were acquaintances out to lunch and I was inappropriately dumping all my shit on her. “Aren’t you going to ask me some questions?” I asked her. “What do you think I should ask?” she asked back. Convinced by her underwhelmed response that I was only feeling sorry for myself, I didn’t seek therapy for another 2 years. It was right around 1999 that some … Continue reading The Tragedy of Comedy; Drugs and Depression.