It intensified until one of them crashed into me and spilled my beer.

It intensified until one of them crashed into me and spilled my beer.

DIY Girl turns shit into sugar, men into murderers. DIY Girl is a melted qt-colored crayon

DIY Girl turns shit into sugar, men into murderers. DIY Girl is a melted qt-colored crayon

Sensitive men have a way of making problems for themselves. ​​​​​​

Sensitive men have a way of making problems for themselves. ​​​​​​

She thought of writing as not just a plea to be seen but a plea to be loved.

She thought of writing as not just a plea to be seen but a plea to be loved.

1:25like, I think they tolerate my family, or like they like us, because we're always at the deli

1:25like, I think they tolerate my family, or like they like us, because we're always at the deli

I’m steadily acquiring encyclopedic knowledge of the impacts of different medications and antidepressants on men’s dicks.

I’m steadily acquiring encyclopedic knowledge of the impacts of different medications and antidepressants on men’s dicks.

His breath smells like spliff and orange juice and peanut butter. It’s delicious.

His breath smells like spliff and orange juice and peanut butter. It’s delicious.

Revelers in various stages of undress, semi-dress, drag and fetishistic extravagance frolicked, tripping out on the music and their collective naughtiness.

Revelers in various stages of undress, semi-dress, drag and fetishistic extravagance frolicked, tripping out on the music and their collective naughtiness.

It’s impressive, I thought, to meet a person like this, but then if you make an effort to face the world then this is just the kind of thing that happens to you. I wondered if my clever friend was thinking the same.

It’s impressive, I thought, to meet a person like this, but then if you make an effort to face the world then this is just the kind of thing that happens to you. I wondered if my clever friend was thinking the same.

Among the crowd at Washington Square, a young man holds aloft a slice of cardboard scrawled with permanent marker. It reads simply: I EAT ASS.

Among the crowd at Washington Square, a young man holds aloft a slice of cardboard scrawled with permanent marker. It reads simply: I EAT ASS.

People come to you asking how to behave under certain conditions.

People come to you asking how to behave under certain conditions.

As I wait for you, my eyes draw circles around other men.

As I wait for you, my eyes draw circles around other men.

​I gave him two months of my fingernails and toenails in a purple mesh sachet that formerly held a bar of scented soap. He had never said anything about toenails, but it seemed like the sort of thing he would appreciate. And he did.