Like everyone else on this planet, I was born into a family. While I understand the idea of blood being thicker than water and all that jazz, I have never really considered myself part of a “pack,” family or otherwise. I am quite sure that this is in direct correlation with the fact that my…
“Empathetic people–dreamers and idealists–have this sort of accidental power. Most spend their early years ridden with self-doubt, insecurity and people-pleasing habits. But their journey is inevitably derailed when this comfortable life gets uprooted by an unexpected darkness.” – Author Unknown After my mother’s death in 2008, I found myself isolated with a lot of pills,…
cunt |kənt| noun vulgar slang; a woman’s genitals. • offensive; a woman. ORIGIN Middle English : of Germanic origin; related to Norwegian and Swedish dialect kunta, and Middle Low German, Middle Dutch, and Danish dialect kunte. If you ask any woman what the most offensive word someone can call her is, nine times out of ten…
redemption |riˈdemp sh ən| the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt. • archaic the action of buying one’s freedom. A little over seventeen years ago, I walked out of Bayview Correctional Facility in Chelsea, Manhattan, a free woman. It’s hard to believe it’s been seventeen…
As a child, like most, I loved Christmas and presents. Even though my mom was poor she always went above and beyond. I remember one year she put a pair of Sasson jeans on lay-away for what seemed like months. When I finally got them I was so happy – but I immediately tore them…
by Cynthia Cone . I’m married, thirteen and a half years to be exact. Growing up, I never thought much about marriage. My parents separated before I was three and even my grandmother, the woman who helped raise me, was a divorcee. There were no married couples in my immediate family. Both my aunts were…
by Cynthia Cone On October 7th, 2013, I was arrested with members of Veterans for Peace at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in NYC. My arrest was not a surprise. As a matter of fact, I went to NYC fully intent on going to jail that evening. Ending the wars is a cause I care very…
This has been one of the strangest weeks I have ever had. Ironically, it all seemed to start at Liberty Tattoo on Friday night when I made the decision to have the word “chaos” tattooed on my leg (words of advice: be careful of the statements you declare on your body). By Saturday evening it…
I worry about a lot of things when I am heading into the city for a day trip or an evening out. Do I have the proper shoes? Where am I going to drink? Did I turn off my flat iron before I left the house? But as a white female from the suburbs, the…
I have been an avid Rolling Stone reader for most of my life, and there was a time, prior to the internet, that I was even a full-fledged subscriber to the magazine. Granted, it mysteriously showed up in my mailbox for free every week for years on end, but that still counts and I read…
Sunday evening, 6:22… It’s been one of those rare weekends where I have accomplished almost all of the things I had set out to do on my mental to-do list. Cleaned the house, went out to dinner, had a couple of drinks, put out a shit-ton of interview requests for Dangerous Conversation, did the food…
In the daytime the radio’s scared of me, Cause I’m mad, cause I’m the enemy, They can’t come on and play me in primetime, Cause I know the time, plus I’m gettin’ mine.” I was seventeen years old in 1989 when I first heard the sound of Public Enemy reverberating through the speakers in my…
Bradley Manning March. June 1st, 2013. So it’s 7:34 AM and I made it to the bus on time. I had to get up at 4:30 to catch the LIRR into NYC then walk to the meeting point from Penn Station, which thankfully was not very far. Luckily, I did not encounter any hiccups along…
by Cynthia Cone If one good thing has come from my mother’s death, I would say that in the wake of her passing I have somehow managed to find a deeper meaning to my own life. My mother and I had a very complicated yet symbiotic relationship. Being the child of an alcoholic is not…
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