and she fell 43 stories only to land safe and alone in the familiar sub-basement of her life . . . Today is Christmas Eve. My son, Django, is in the next room and for some reason I’m compelled to write about things that are older than he is. Sharp objects that carved the path […]
Once upon a time, Prince Charming, the smooth young DJ with the all-time best style, sent Cinderella a text asking her not to contact him anymore. Cinderella was at home, hanging her crotchless stockings up to dry. But the text sent her to the side table with the cigarette case, and a little lie-die on […]
The last time I saw him he made me promise not to get emotional. Or, at least, I guess that’s what he made me promise. His phrasing was a bit more elusive than that. “Just fucking?” he texted, a few hours before. “Whatever you say, Bassi,” I texted back. See that? I used his last […]
and he reclines on the couch and, while not technically interrupting my story, totally interrupts my story by pulling down his pants to show me that he’s ready to go. to my memory, i’ve never been so in love with a man’s cock, and it’s just getting fucking ridiculous. i stumble over a few more […]
So it’s on Facebook this morning that I find out Stevan’s brother is dead. And it’s one of those moments that doesn’t make contact. I read the post several times, trying to make sense of it. But it’s too sudden and I’m not ready. I’m not ready for my childhood friend to have lost his brother. […]
my delusions 