Near the end of my acting gig, my Frederick’s of Hollywood maribou slippers faltered. They could practically touch the finish line,... more
The dress was in my periphery for a lifetime before I searched for it, before I found and bought and wore it like an explanation.
I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but I didn’t know the term yet. “Okay,” I said. It was the blandest, safest response to something I knew in my marrow there was no escaping.
We were halfway through our second-date dinner when I realized that my shirt was on backwards.
“Oh,” said Tom, a flat thud to my... 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."
FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!
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.
