Here’s to those of us who have no gimmick. No campaign or magazine or GoFundMe behind our cause. No bras to burn, and no trending hashtag or fight to fight
It used to be fun. Meeting a girl at the local club while she watched you cut up all night on stage with your boys; take her to the Waffle House then home to blah blah blah…
I’m a little strict, I’m a little unorthodox… but I’m not like other dads, I’m a Cool Dad.
How did we go from marching on Washington, arms linked, seeking civil rights, to shooting each other at rap concerts and pool halls?
I’ve never wanted to be one of those divorced assholes who discourage single folks from getting married. Just because shit didn’t work out for me doesnt mean it won’t work for others.
Women stop lying to yourselves and to men. If you meet a new guy and wanna tell him about your past, tell him the truth. I’m almost certain he will still throw you some D at the very least.
Not a single Filipino took a book selfie for #100DaysofFILIPINA or bought this book from me at the Manila International Book Fair without asking me “Why/What did you write about Filipina’s”. Not a single one. They wanted to know why. They wanted to know from what angle I was coming from. Was I yet another ignorant westerner, writing a “How-to” book…