Michael Kiggins

How do you satirize this shit? I mean, c’mon already.

I agree with this approach to writing novels, especially during the first draft when I just bury my face in it, but can we pause to consider the semantic slippage, nay, the versatility of “rawdog/rawdogging”? How’s it sound simultaneously cuter than “barebacking” and nastier than “breeding”?

Leaving work, feeling good, a little excited about the new tattoo I’m getting on Friday and Fall Break next week, when someone I don’t know from Adam says, “You look exhausted,” with a beautiful smile on her beaming face.

God, if this wasn’t my week.

Yesterday, we had to take our boy Oscar to the vet for a blocked urethra. When I visited him today for an update, he was still on the good drugs, but he was keeping his head in the back corner of the ICU kennel. I was able to coax him out for scritches, him wobbling like a buzzed goblin.

Maybe I’m just having a cranky day, but I just can’t with weaponized incompetence. Nothing has changed, and yet now some folks don’t know how to do something they’ve already been doing? And it’s my fault somehow?

My cat, Oscar, apparently: “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

Man, now that the bestiality ban is gone, Kash’s FBI sure is moving quick.

As much as I have quieted my OCD, whenever I see someone dump their phone and keys on the gym floor, I think of those progress pics guys take while holding their phones between their teeth. Then I start wondering how long it will be until they come down with trench mouth or a staph infection.

Me when the writing is coming out really easily: This can't be good. Me when the writing is coming out with great difficulty: This can't be good.

It’s not that uncommon to see a used condom in the parking lot of the greenway trailhead where I usually begin my outdoor runs, and good for them for taking precautions, but today’s the first time I’ve seen an empty bottle of poppers.

Somehow, I know this has just set the mood for today’s classes.

@muellershewrote.com, have you seen this work of art?

(glances around) I mean, why not?

By Bruce MacKinnon.

Make art from the ruins.

"you're so bad at answering messages" i am actually EXCELLENT at answering messages i simply receive more messages across more platforms than the berry-picking psyche evolution furnished me can hold without all reality cracking open and hearing god's angry hum from Beneath

Art by Skizo

Here’s your morning mood, courtesy of Luca Ponsato.

So if there are power tops and power bottoms and, apparently, those who are power vers, are there power sides? How would that would play out?

“When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split.” Happy Raymond Chandler’s birthday!

Lindsey Graham on Gaza: "Just flatten it, like we flattened Tokyo and Berlin." Lindsey Graham on the Iran War: "We are going to make tons of money." Lindsey Graham on Renée Nicole Good: "She deserved what happened. She provoked ICE." As grandma used to say: GOOD RIDDANCE TO BAD RUBBISH.

(checks his bios at various publications)

Baudrillard spinning in his grave so fast he torpedoes out of the hillside and remains airborne, lasers shooting out of his eyes with such force earth is cleanly cut in two

Breaking News: It’s Fucking Gross Outside. Local man regrets walking without air conditioning, cannot understand the guy who’s wearing a long-sleeved black hoodie. Did he move here from Mercury? Wait, does Mercury feel nice right now?

From today through Friday (6/23-6/26), @bookshop.org is offering free shipping on all books. So if you’re in the mood for a gritty, gay thriller set in Memphis and don’t want to support Bezos’ insatiable greed, check out my debut novel, AND THE TRAIN KEPT MOVING. bookshop.org/p/books/and-...

Apparently, the ebook of my nearly three-year-old debut novel AND THE TRAIN KEPT MOVING is selling for only 99¢ on Amazon. If you’d like to read a really gay and really gritty thriller set in the early-2000s Memphis, you should check it out. www.amazon.com/Train-Kept-M...

It was 80° that felt like 79°, with 72% humidity, during a Central Park run this morning. Luckily, there was a cool drizzle on the back half and then some. I was already drenched by then. Afterwards, man, wring me out.

We passed this on the walk to see “Oh, Mary” last night.

Oh, the Brazilian and kilted Scottish men in NYC for the World Cup.

So here in Nashville, some evil assholes want to plop a data center literally next door to our zoo. Sign this petition to let them know how you feel about these plans. www.change.org/p/nashville-...

According to the fitting room mirrors in three different stores, I have apparently never, ever, ever worked out, not even this morning’s eight-mile run. Why are mirrors I’m used to kinder to my body dysmorphia?

Traveling to NYC for the first time in nearly 20 years (god, has it been longer than that?). Looking for recommendations beyond the typical tourist traps for two book- and theatre-loving gay guys.

The rains in Nashville have stopped for now, but the humidity is holding strong. Managed to run five miles in this soup. As is usually the case, slight breezes began blowing only after I stopped running. Let’s just say, I’m glad I packed a towel.

This is THE mood for 2026.

I’m halfway through grading four batches of final papers, and I’m really, really feeling this.

Read "Your Five-Step Guide to Being a Pallbearer" written by @michaelkiggins.bsky.social and illustrated by @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social. "There will be other snares you must sidestep at your grandfather’s funeral, so follow these tips." tinyurl.com/r3jenam9

Check out my newest flash in Ghost Parachute. Thanks for selecting it, @brettpribble.bsky.social. ghostparachute.com/issue/may-20...