te quiero
This is a story about a connection strong enough to make 2,000 miles feel like 2 inches, this is
the dead of summer & december blood magic
Live reports from the end of my girlhood / the end of the year / the beginning of something else. I found
are broken ankles a renewable source of energy?
I met Yukon for the first time in Wrigleyville, a neighborhood that I picked because I knew the giant, two
third eye semi closed
What is there to see? The air feels full of spiritual miasma – murky and yet clear. We're here
i'm gonna keep on cruising at the men's only club
... There are mazes of private rooms, dimly lit that twist into dark corners of glory holes, of harnesses, of dark
Quest for Future Ex-Boyfriend
Scene: it is the end of the empire you live in – allegedly.
That is the hopeful outlook. In the meantime,
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It’s not that I have writer’s block – I mean, I’ve been writing a lot – but none of
a short catalog of ghosts
It’s another week in February, another week in winter, and I’m desperate for the city to wake up.
why I can't stop writing about sex
1. Because we let Christians write about sex all the time and their version is boring as fuck
1a. Because
a pain that means something
It’s a cold, dark, lonely Saturday in mid-January and I’m being spanked very, very hard. There’s a