Category Archives: confessions

Touch Me, Don’t Touch Me

Posted on December 3, 2019 by Reggie

Here’s the thing about massages—they feel so good, yet they’re a complete and total mindfuck for me. A spa is like one, big aphrodisiac. It’s as if they’re sliding a tray of oysters down your throat the moment you walk … Continue reading →

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She’s Still Standing, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Posted on November 22, 2019 by Reggie

It was 1998 when she was destroyed. I was 29, and she was just 24. We share the same birthday, five years apart. I’m making it sound like I know her, but I don’t. I know her the same way … Continue reading →

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Lbs, Lbs Go Away

Posted on October 14, 2019 by Reggie

Dieting fucking sucks. I hate it with every bit of the fat layers that insulate my thighs, gut and neck region. I hate it like I hate people who lie. And, I hate it like I hate my banana bread … Continue reading →

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Gowns and Assholes

Posted on May 30, 2019 by Reggie

So, turning fifty offers lots of perks. I went on a few amazing girls’ trips; my period is debuting less and less; I was thrown a surprise party, where a stripper had me straddle his face in front of the … Continue reading →

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TO EAT IS HUMAN; TO BE THIN, DIVINE.

Posted on February 18, 2019 by Reggie

If Oprah is doing it, then so am I. About every three years, I give Weight Watchers a try. It’s usually at the point where the one pair of jeans that don’t constrict my abdominal region have absolutely no more … Continue reading →

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Confessions of a Weirdo

Posted on January 29, 2019 by Reggie

Who the fuck eats the green Mike and Ikes? Or the green lifesavers? Why do they even make that flavor? Or, is the question really: Who still eats this tooth-rotting shit? This is where my hand shoots up from the … Continue reading →

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Protected: No Ring…No Problem

Posted on December 21, 2017 by Reggie

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Lost in the Supermarket

Posted on December 12, 2017 by Reggie

Have you ever run to the supermarket on a Monday evening? There’s only one reason you do this: your fridge and pantry are as barren as a spinster’s vag. I looked like shit, the kind of shit where I would … Continue reading →

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Mushrooms and More!

Posted on November 21, 2017 by Reggie

Hi. I’m back. A Things I Hate format seems a good way to break back in after a long pause due to laziness, busyness and a creative coma. So, these are some things I hate: SARAH FUCKABEE SANDERS: Let’s get … Continue reading →

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