Talking with Z Wasn’t Unpleasant
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The final weekend of January I boarded a plane to Seattle to see, for the first time, a man I had met on a kink website. Or, as I had considered multiple times over the last two months during which we
The final weekend of January I boarded a plane to Seattle to see, for the first time, a man I had met on a kink website. Or, as I had considered multiple times over the last two months during which we
Eventually, the coke got to his head. He started becoming extremely paranoid. I was on a trip.
I, and my vile habit represented a toxic threat both materially and existentially. It wasn’t only the danger of secondhand smoke, but the mere existence of smoking that they wished to shield from their cherub.
No, I do not want any kind of modern love, with all its entitlements,
You can tell everything about what a man will be like in bed by how he writes. He had rhythm.
MSN Messenger was the absolute dive of the internet in 2002
I have a question for you. How did you bear it? That creeping loneliness, the way it whispers in the darkness. Sometimes, lying there at night after my own domestic and industrious day, I wonder how much longer I can bear it. Do you know what I mean?
I get in bed, move my mouth over her nipple.
“Do you mind if I moan?” she says.
In terms of a break-up, gonorrhea is a god-send.
I stopped taking the Wellbutrin cold turkey during the 2020 lockdown... All was well until one day when an ex that I had a tumultuous history with demanded I undo the hex I placed on his dick. The accusation sent me spiraling.
Picture me, splayed on the bed on top of Liz. I’m wearing a pink thong, she’s still in her jeans. She spanks me; I deserve it. She spanks me again. My breath flees my lungs, a flock of geese taking
your uncle has a whiteboard on his wall and on it it says TO DO: TELL TERRY YOU LOVE HER. he wrote that you don’t know how many years ago. terry was his girlfriend but she’s dead now
The seductress in my head smiled and said “What else am I not allowed to talk about, Avery?”
But we were just going to be friends.
Showboat said he'd like to take me out sometime. I asked why.
“Because I think you’re attractive, and so we can hang out somewhere other than the coffee trailer,” he said.
It was October, ten
For, indeed, posole shows you he can cook. He fancies an air of the quixotic.
He must be a feminist.
This isn’t the first time someone I considered a friend has confessed their love for me.
I am supposed to call myself a survivor, but honestly I don’t think surviving is what I’ve been doing.
While I sucked my husband’s penis he gaped at the sky, to which he exclaimed, “That’s the most orange orange I have ever seen!”
The first man is the only one that kills you.
—COLETTE, La Naissance du Jour
Who is Angel? Who am I.
Have you ever loved a mirror?
Laughed, on suicide watch, until Kool-Aid spilled
The summer she was without anyone
and I had just left the other girl
in Jersey City,
Molly and I kissed at her house. We were adults
who lived with our parents. She seemed like
He was too poor to erect an everlasting monument in her likeness, all he could afford were words.
That was my youth: I developed a sickness, a ruinous crush on the man at the filling station
1. A bottle of orange wine – half a packet of cigarettes.
2. You caught at the bar the space so crowded that people were practically caught under your armpits – grinning nervously, two pina coladas in hand.
3. A kitchen dance – or two.
4. Luther Vandross.
I knew the talk about a baby was another red flag, but the more uncontrollable Amelie became, the deeper I got hooked. I couldn’t go back to what my life was before. I think it had been drowned the
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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