In 1902, he finally cut off his own penis with a small knife that he'd managed to smuggle into his cell.

He hugged me, kissed the top of my head. “I was wrong,” he said. “Just be grateful I’m not drinking. I can’t do more right now.”

I’m sleeping with another writer who won’t stop talking about his Ex.

It should be noted that I really love to eat pussy.

Corey are you wasting time?

How would I know?

I don’t know.

It often occurred to me that most of my life was spent fantasizing about death.

“I’m a fan of being a good rebound”, Alexander says. “It’s really a sweet spot I think. That’s why its so heartbreaking. It’s so tempting. But that kind of level of closeness and independence is very

The best futures are the ones that never come.

I punched him on the cheekbone, with a closed fist.  He sat up, shocked.

I dabbed on hydrocortisone and Vagisil at every available restroom. Each soothing moment gave way to another of pain.

I think less about sunscreen than I do God.

By August I ended up having only enough energy to have sex with just the one man.

You: I can't live in a world where seventy-five percent of anything is perfect.

We spent the summer together in London. We lazed in the Heath.

When I moved into my first apartment, I thought it symbolized that I’d gotten my shit together, a sign that I was taking control of the chaos in my life.

A day after moving in, I spotted a spider

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

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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.

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.

I could hear the Essex lads cooing and whispering to her, telling her that it would be okay

U were the only Turk i knew, and also the only Turk my parents liked. they never let me walk around the fountains at night even though it’s the only place in Sofia with streetlights after two a.m. b/c

I am seated at a small brown desk from IKEA, crafting a love letter.

See how the heart spills right out of me? Spills and spills, ink everywhere. This desk is too small.

Picture it: Me, a

(Moaning loudly)

(Bed creaking)

(Crying in Italian)