By Erin Judge
Originally published in Thought Catalog, 4/18/12.
Being in an open marriage is a lot like being on fire, insofar as everybody who finds out about it immediately feels the need to tell you you’re in grave danger. The assumption is generally that you have no idea what you’re doing, that you haven’t really thought about the implications (“What about kids? STDs? Jealousy?”), and that the life you’ve been living for the past 8 ½ years must be incredibly stressful, constantly unraveling, and/or taking a brutal toll on your self-esteem. Read more »
So, I guess it’s time for a little self-promotion. Alternative Control has been kind enough to yield another book review to allow me to flaunt myself for a second time. That’s very nice of them, isn’t it? It is. And yet by agreeing to this, I’ve also put myself in a very awkward position. My new book entitled Sketches represents a facet of my creative output that I’ve been able to shy away from up to this point. It’s an aspect of inspiration that I really shouldn’t be promoting, or be giving that much attention to. Within this book are poems based almost entirely on personal turmoil. It exists as a purging of my demons, and because of this I really don’t feel all that comfortable explaining it in detail. Suffice to say, this article will be short. Read more »
This is my first time doing a rant since I started writing for this site just about a year ago, but it is one that is absolutely deserving of the title “rant.” Moving. Or as I refer to it, “the move” because move is a four-letter word and it rightfully should be. In the context of moving from any domicile to another, it should be one that isn’t even allowed to be spoken out loud on television.
Quite a few of us who write for this esteemed, award-nominated (we’re that awesome) website have moved or are moving in the past few weeks. It seems as if all the rules about moving went out the window and we all had, or are having, a hell of a time. I attribute a lot of it to companies (moving and otherwise) doing anything to make a buck, but some of the things I am dealing with are just unreal. Read more »
I wore my pretty underwear
tonight, slipped them on
right after my shower,
hair still wet and dripping
you know I hate blow drying.
You’ll like them, I promise,
lacy and black, in the front, Read more »
On Friday night for some pre-Cinco de Mayo action, I decided on some very un-Mexican entertainment at the Bear and Grill in Fairfield CT. Me and my fellow Alternative Control associate Johnny Pluckman drove up to see a band that’s relatively new to the music scene here in CT. They’re called Fade to Blue, and after seeing them for the second time (the first taking place at the prestigious Stella Blues venue in New Haven), I can safely say they’re one of the best local musical acts I’ve had the pleasure of hearing.
Fade to Blue at Bear and Grill, 5/4/12
Admittedly, this review has to be somewhat biased. I once shared the stage with half of the Fade to Blue members in previous bands, and have carried on a friendship with them ever since. On top of this, a great deal of people close to me also share this relation. The whole bunch of us went to the Bear and Grill that night to hear some good music, yes, but more so to show support for our friends. This being the second time I’ve seen them though, there was nothing Fade to Blue had to prove to me. I went as a friend, as well as an adamant fan. And that’s a good thing, because the boys didn’t let me down. Read more »