Justin Fenwick

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It is weird to empathize with George Bush

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ May 1, 2008 ⋅

Like how Iraq was mission accomplished 5 years today, I too felt accomplished. I was just about to finish high school and I hadn’t even decided on a college. I was though flying high, mission accomplished. I had recently regained trust by my parents and summer “adult” freedom was ripening on my tongue. I forgive [...]

The child-man, gay-infant, and adult-girl

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ February 26, 2008 ⋅

Are adults made? A recent article by Kay Hymowitz from City Journal suggests something about young men today in our society: Today’s single young men hang out in a hormonal limbo between adolescence and adulthood. Child-Man in the Promised Land by Kay S. Hymowitz, City Journal Winter 2008 The suggestion is that for various social [...]

Come…mitment

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ February 3, 2008 ⋅

I recently saw the musical Avenue Q on Broadway. A great show. There is a scene where a male and female face silhouette on a T.V. screen have words come out of their mouths and move towards each other. The guy is saying, “come,” and the girl is saying, “mitment.” The guy initially sexual and [...]

Another stranger

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ January 30, 2008 ⋅

Another stranger Strong teeth nibbling at the soul, a midnight snack of attempted progress. My feet treaded new footsteps, from the moment I woke up. Sore eyes for similar, familiar lies. I’m fooling myself again. Putting out isn’t the same, the first time, second time, third time around. Give me stone eyes. Eyes that find [...]

Putting yourself first. [discovering your social core]

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ October 28, 2007 ⋅

You sit on your couch watching TV. Thoughts start filling your head about what you could be doing instead. You also take a moment not to think about much at all, which would seem to be more of the point of sitting there in the first place. Now, depending on how you look at it, [...]