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There is no bond quite like the one Yankees fans in New England share.
Here in Philadelphia, there’s a comfortable familiarity in the air, a sense of... more
Throw one hundred miles per hour, fastballs so fast the shortstop slaps you on the ass at the end of the inning.
For the last few years, we've asked some of our favorite writers and... more
I learned about @DidMetsLose2Day because someone I followed retweeted a post.
Are you fucking kidding?
It came down the last game of the season, which is what it is supposed... more
"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."
Legs Get Led Astray
FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!
Jason Phoebe Rusch
Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.