Lowrider Librarian

Someone is insecure in about their sexuality and is craven.

Its always raining in Portland Chapter One Juan thought he heard her say, "I love you!" as he walked away, but he wasn't sure.  He could hear his screaming heart beating and feel his blood pumping throughout his body. Was it her voice, his blood, or the rain? It was windy It was cold.   It was raining hard He was under grey skies.   They both shuffled away in opposite directions carrying withdrawn dreams turned to cash.   The air between them cold and wet. He walked from the ATM to the bus stop.  Tears filled his eyes and he kept wiping them with the sleeve of his black Independent trucks hoodie. "Fuck, it’s always freezing here!"  Juan thought to himself as he walked down the street.  He had two thermals on under his shirt and hoody, denim pants and a black Dogtown beanie on.  Oregon/Washington winters were still something hard for him. Even after 10 years.  His fingers reached to make sure he...

Royal Pain in the Neck Balm This week's review is on a pain balm.  I don't usually go in for these things--the only ones that work seem to make you stink and just kind of burn.   This product actually gets hot and then the cannabis properties kick in and it relieves pain.  I have degenerative disc disease in my neck, and back.  Sometimes the pain is almost unbearable.  Instead of taking a pain pill, I can rub this into my neck and alleviate the pain.  This also works well on my arthritic knees and ankle. When you first put it on it gets hot and smells of cinnamon and menthol.  The menthol smell dissipates quicker than most--in about 10 minutes it goes away.  It leaves a hint of cinnamon smell on your skin after that. You don't have to get stoned to alleviate your pain.  Products like this can be used before work, or anytime really.  This is non-psychoactive and really is made with love.  The owner tells me she received ...

Half and Half And then she wasn’t there I can still hear her footsteps Feel her curl around my ankles Her meow echoes in my heart I love you…

"We are not racist here!" "We support ALL viewpoints--we are an educational institution!" "That isn't racist!"

Whiteness tells us our story through the lens of our oppressor? What does this do to truth, validity, information and the construction of knowledge?