Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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One childhood ritual of mine that continues to this day is my method of eating French fries at McDonald’s. I spill the fries onto the tray, rip open two of those jagged-edged ketchup packets (one is never enough) and squirt … Continue reading
I haven’t spoken to Sophia in three months. I have been reluctant to mention this to you, fearing you think I am hopelessly pining for us to get back together, which is not the case at all. But I’m a … Continue reading
for the Absence of Alternatives – Sherry called me about the blog post that I emailed her earlier that day. I had asked her to read it before I published it. “You cannot publish this,” she said. “Why not?” She … Continue reading
First, we were horrified at the Boston bombing. Then, progressives hoped he was a white nut job so Fox news couldn’t blame it on Islam. Then conservatives hoped he was Muslim, so liberals would accept the importance of the “war … Continue reading
The Title of this article from Hollywood.com says it all, “Dove Video PROVES women are more beautiful than they think!” But was it truly proven? Citizen of the Month was able to obtain certain material that was edited out of … Continue reading
After my birthday and my eighth blogiversary, I had this brilliant idea in which to re-energize my blog. I would sit down every night at midnight and write the first thing that came to my mind, no matter how short … Continue reading
My grandparents were socialist-leaning Democrats who kept a photo of Eleanor Roosevelt in their hallway, next to the family photos. My father worked in a city hospital, and received a city pension. He bought New York City bonds, the safest … Continue reading