Somebody put me on an Occupy Wall Street mailing list. And a Black Women’s Socialist networking mailing list.  I’ve also been put on a community organizer list and an anger management list. All of these have happened in the last 7-10 days. Obviously, none of these folks read my blog!
They must have missed my frequent run-ins with PETA. (I love animals, especially the tasty ones.) They must have missed my bid to become Emperor of the United States (a lot of Obama and McCain voters are regretting not making me …

This week’s letter comes from Mark in Beech Grove:
Dear Dating Idiot: I’m never quite sure how to end a first date. Should I always try for the kiss or should I settle on a hug?
Dear Mark,
This is an excellent question and one that many of your fellow readers want to know. There are basically 4 ways you can end the date: kiss, hug, shake hands, headbutt.
First will look at the kiss. This option should be used after a particularly good date. Make certain you’ve read her signals well and there …

Have you ever watched performance art? It’s kind of like seeing a UFO. You know you saw something, you’re just not sure what it was or if it was really art. If performance art makes you feel that way, you’re really going to be scratching your head over this one: A woman in New York is going to turn the birth of her child into performance art.
Marni Kotak is calling her show The Birth of Baby X. I’m assuming the baby will appreciate the title years later, as it will …

This week’s Dating Idiot letter comes from Alan in Irvington:
Dear Dating Idiot,
My girlfriend dumped me over the weekend and she said she still wants to be friends. Does she really want to be friends or is she just trying to let me down easy?
Alan: When a girl says she want to be friends, what she really means is she that even though she just eviscerated your heart, she doesn’t want you to be mad at her to the point that you tell all your mutual friends what a mean person …

(Today’s post is a bit of fiction from a project I’m working on AND it’s an entry into the Writer’s Week Contest being held over  at Emily Suess’s blog.)
(Update: I didn’t win the contest, but it was fun to participate. By the way, the opening line was one of the 50 writing prompts you had to choose from for the contest.)
In high school, I got detention for selling homemade condoms. I won’t go into the process of how they were made, but suffice it to say they were made of …