When Tyler and I first got together, we didn’t know that they were trans. But now we do, and so does the rest of the world. And the rest of the world has mixed feelings about it. “I kinda felt like I
I attribute a 30% of our relationship to being Aries, 30% to being writers, and 40% to being mentally ill.*
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Chloe Caldwell <cocomonet@gmail.com>
Mar 14, 2011,
When you join the creative department of SpyRE as an intern, you are told two things by HR.
The Pete Davidson Love Letter is actually my favorite thing I’ve ever written, too. I fell in love with him in the fall of 2017 when I saw him speaking about mental health on Weekend Update. It made me feel so much less alone. He was so cute with his buck teeth.
I’m somewhat like that, but more of a junkballer, a term better known for baseball pitchers: someone who gets by with unexpected spins and slices and wiliness due to a deficit of conventional talent.
Because Prince said sometimes it snows in April, one day it did. The snow pummeled us, then melted, then pooled on the sidewalks and in the streets, only to freeze under a full moon. The ice sealed so
The spider, god, the devil, me, Kevin Bacon, the dog… The dog, realizing she’d been referred to, thumped her tail twice somewhere in the other room …What’s the difference? What’s the distance?
I paid that dollar, mostly because I wanted an excuse to talk to him.
My older brother and I are both millwrights too. Sometimes we sit in chairs for whole shifts at a time. Sometimes we actually do some physical labor.
I’m not a fan of Roseanne, but I hope she never has to watch this.
may the little coffee cup
be blown over
a cheap china pattern
blue bulbs
blooms on white
a single cereal bowl
from this set disperses
and appears
in apartment cabinets
all over
Lloyd finishes reading and Rae turns to me and says, Who was that guy, did you know him? And I say, Dude, that was Lloyd. And she says, What the fuck, that was Lloyd? And I say, That was Lloyd.
Dead Driving: october 29, 2023, 10:31pm
there is a feeling i recall having, that i am having now as i remember it, in my stomach every time i feared death. felt close to it. was put in its
In a spacious room at the midtown hotel where the inimitable Tennessee Williams died, congregated a small but lively salon of authors and storytellers.
She was a kid, he reasoned. She’d grow out of her ridiculous ideology. It wasn’t worth a confrontation.
Kate Axelrod’s new book of stories, How to Get Along Without Me, is, to quote the jacket copy, “a collection that summons the perversity and poignance of twentysomething dating lives from a bracingly
It is impossible to determine merely by looking how recently a modern American woman has been vaginally penetrated or rectally sodomized. One can never trust scientific data on matters such as how often a modern American woman is made love to in [enter current year].
Can you each pick two words to describe your book?
Laura: Escapist fantasy
Eve: The first thing that came to mind for me was: “Oh, god.”
I could hear the Essex lads cooing and whispering to her, telling her that it would be okay
Her eyes looked up and zeroed in on Marina’s Muses. On the women floating through the air. No cares. Just an angel dancing in the blue heavens.
Sheila Heti has a bad memory. She’s sitting on the stage of the Mark Taper Auditorium in the Los Angeles Central Library, wearing a velvet jumpsuit with gold tendrils and black lace tights. Heti tells
The black Mr. Sketch marker, Cucumber JUUL pods, Dr Pepper Lip Smacker, spirit duplicator, soggy sugary cereal milk mush, pink rubber pencil shavings, burning toast stroke, pumpkin spice scented hand sanitizer.
