Now when I see someone hurting, from the loss of a lover, I never say, “You’ll get over it.”
There's some man on the internet and I think he's stalking [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]
The sensation of my stomach eating itself into a lovely inward slope sustains me. Keep smiling.
Judging from popular discourse, the novel is in serious jeopardy, perhaps even an endangered artform, having been beset by a myriad of threats that include the advent of the digital age and a
Rawdogging reality
isn’t for the faint of heart
Charlie would never have to be persuaded to eat pussy, I thought to myself as my date’s tongue fumbled with the flaps around my clit.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
