Wine, Words & Wisdom
As I sit down to write this, I’m staring down the couch at a half empty bottle of cheap French merlot. It’ll be empty by the time I shut my laptop, and my head will be full of memories of four long years of wine-drenched academic effort. It’s not like me to be maudlin about it, but these bottles sometimes have a heart of their own.
Burnt Memories
My parents have left for the weekend. With the house keys still dangling from my fingertips as their car rolls down the street, deviously I smile.
It’s either going to be an orgy or a party at Chez Moi this weekend, and with the likelihood of an orgy resting almost at zero, a party seems most likely.
Homecoming Blues
Until only a few days before this magazine was to hit the stands, I had very little to say about debauchery. It seemed an old-fashioned word largely unconnected with the way I live my life. Then came homecoming weekend.
Our State of Debauchery
It is easy to argue that Canadian politicians are engaged in debaucherous politics. It is easy to show how our political parties have corrupted both their duty to the public and their supposed loyalty to the wealth of the commons.
Knights of Debauchery
Fall has come. It’s a time in Waterloo for growth of businesses, tourism, and economy. It’s a time for schools, learning, and knowledge. It’s a time when the weather is still pleasant and warm, and the streets in our fair corner of the tri-cities are shared by all, young and old. It’s a time for students, and for the bars.
Just Walk Away, Reneé
I lifted my eyes momentarily from the yawning entrance to the medicine bag and met his gleeful expression with what I hoped was a look of cool confidence and a low whistle of appreciation. Smiling as best I could, I rose from my crouch at his side and gave him room to dig around amongst tinkling vials and a dozen torn bags slowly leaking a hundred wonderful and terrible chemicals.
A Life Debauched
Debauchery is defined in Merriam-Webster as “extreme indulgence in sensuality”. Under this definition, I live a life debauched. I indulge in sensuality at every possible moment. Consider the breadth of this definition: I wake and have breakfast which is such an erotic meal, delightfully sweet, enhanced almost always with strawberries.
Stark
Sitting high atop the Citadel, overlooking the bright lights of Quebec City reflecting on the Saint Lawrence River, it hits her. Subtly at first, trickling down like a bead of wax from a lit candle, until the trickles become waves and the waves become a flood. It’s official: she’s fucked… or stoned, or high, or blitzed; whatever the terminology. Quite simply, she’s no longer sober. But how did she get here?
Untitled
From the sidelines of the fire we saw the Spike among the crowd,
Weaving in and out with his magic wand.
And from beside him we heard the Theory.
Together they form a force of unquestionable party power.
Liberating. Understanding. Hidden.
Deeper in me. Feel me. Free me. I’m not a liar, but sometimes I just get out of control. And I have to ask myself, is it my fault? Maybe.
But I’m not alone. Well, not always. Certainly not last night. Not this morning either. I am now, but it’s cool. It was just one morning. One night. It will probably happen again. The same way.
Dirty Sexy Me
It was a Wednesday in September
I was freshly 19 – horny, lonely, hungry
It started with a birthday party
I didn’t know the birthday girl, but it didn’t matter
Shot chased by shot
Drunk
