There is no more concrete cess pool than a hostel. When you’re young, you can’t see it through the film… Read more The Old Woman at the Hostel

There is no more concrete cess pool than a hostel. When you’re young, you can’t see it through the film… Read more The Old Woman at the Hostel
If you had asked her, when she was, say, sixteen and just starting to develop the germinal idea of moving… Read more Shoe Salesgirl, Ermenegildo Zegna
I never showered more than every two days before “finagling” a significant other. When he dumped me, I returned to… Read more Americans and Their Fucking Showers
I bought a microwave once. Was naively and falsely confident in thinking that my relationship would last well beyond the… Read more Electromagnetic Waves
We’ve just gotten through another rough patch, you and I. It’s the end of February, and after a particularly bleak… Read more Do You Have to Let It Linger?
“You just like bitchy people. I like the crazy ones,” you declare to me at a time when we finally… Read more You Like Bitches, I Like Crazies
Berlin is never less inviting than it is today. Awakening to the news of David Jones’ death, I suddenly become… Read more Auf Wiedersehen Bowie
What they don’t tell you about Bonjour Tristesse is that it’s more than a novel. It’s a condition that Françoise Sagan… Read more Post-Coital Dysphoria
In my hetero wet dream, there is but one perfect person for me. And I find him after very minimal… Read more Hetero Wet Dream
Must find someone. Must. Find. Someone. The mantra went through the heads of everyone in the room like a hive… Read more Kissing to Be Cunning