When I was younger, I used to hear people complain about how conji wanted to kill them. Then, I used to find it extremely funny, so I would laugh and laugh until tears came out from my eyes, because even though I couldn’t quite understand what ‘having conji” meant, the word was just jocose but … Continue reading The Q-Corner: The Power of Conji
So you sit there transfixed. Eyes glued to the screen like old pictures in a photo album. Before hitting on the play button you glance over your shoulder – like a dude looking out for his wife while holding hands with a hooker – at the bedroom door, just in case someone might have been … Continue reading It’s Just Porn … Nothing More.