Six-Word Memoirs: The Legend

Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, <SMITH Magazine> re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).

So here are a few I came up with…

Dad, Granny would have loved her.

Surprise! I’m a sissy, not gay.
Sweat Shop Sissy finds true love.
Sissy husband gives post-orgasm massage.
Husband, father, baker, sissy. Loser? Not!

What would yours be?

                                                   xoxoxoxo

I think this commercial first aired right around the time I bought my Mini…

♀ & I have sex in it a couple of times and it’s not the least comfortable vehicle I’ve ever had sex in (original VW Bug), but it’s sure not the most comfortable (1950 Dodge 3/4 ton truck with leather bench seat).  We didn’t have <this handy tutorial>, but we managed.

What’s the best/worst car you’ve ever had sex in?

Inquiring minds need to know.

Cheers,

sss