The traveling salesman needed another fix. What was he selling, exactly? Himself. Or rather, whatever version of himself he currently… Read more The Traveling Salesman
Author: Genna Rivieccio
Genna Rivieccio is a writer and that's about it.
Target, Toilette
Jillian was under the impression that, like Nancy Spungen, she had learned how to handle her hangovers. She had perfected… Read more Target, Toilette
The Drunk Dial: A Symbol of Love & Suppression Bubbled to the Surface
I couldn’t tell you the first time I drunk dialed someone. It wasn’t in high school, and it wasn’t in… Read more The Drunk Dial: A Symbol of Love & Suppression Bubbled to the Surface
The Mole
It’s strange when you’re younger and you feel like you might never find someone else to love you besides your… Read more The Mole
Crying on a Train to New Haven
What more romantic getaway could there be than New Haven in the fall? At least, by United States getaway standards,… Read more Crying on a Train to New Haven
If You’re A Bird, I’m A Bird–Except You Didn’t Want Me to Be
Whether a girl wants to admit it or not, the pinnacle of the modern romance movie remains The Notebook–perhaps the… Read more If You’re A Bird, I’m A Bird–Except You Didn’t Want Me to Be
Walked Home Sobbing Again
I will not doom myself to repeat the same mistakes, to engage in the same behavior, Hazel insists to herself as… Read more Walked Home Sobbing Again
The Jeweler
It was one of those increasingly rare “old school” NYC moments. Sitting on a stoop selling artwork sounded, in the… Read more The Jeweler
At Parties Like A Gaping Open Wound
“Aw, he like really fucked you up, didn’t he?” This is the mildly condescending sympathy Irwin offered Olivia when she… Read more At Parties Like A Gaping Open Wound
He Farts As I Think About Him Wistfully
As a woman, have you ever been lying in bed, trying to find any shred of will possible to get… Read more He Farts As I Think About Him Wistfully
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