She was in the strange and unusual position of being one of the only female bell-ringers in Europe. And one… Read more The Half-Finished Belfry
She was in the strange and unusual position of being one of the only female bell-ringers in Europe. And one… Read more The Half-Finished Belfry
He was handicapped early on in life, when his parents missed the boat on teaching him how to ride a… Read more The Guts of a Mylar Balloon in the Shape of a Pacifier
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Humanity is foul. It really ought not to exist in places of such profound and previously unmarred beauty. But somehow,… Read more Trashballs of Positano
I spent the best and worst years of my life trying to be visible to self-involved cunts with no taste… Read more What’s The Formula For Not Concerning Oneself With Assholes’ Opinions?
“Ain’t life grand?” Inês asked wistfully. “Are you microdosing again?” I replied. Inês tended to do that, and so many… Read more Ain’t Life Grand When It Doesn’t Cost You Several?
I am desperately cleaning a blood stain that has somehow ended up in the at-home footbath the drag queen renting… Read more Blood On the Floor Is An Indication of A Lost Cause
She told him time and time again: “Don’t turn around. Don’t look at me when I’m asleep at night.” Of… Read more Rolling the (Eury)dice
The more he told her “no”–don’t do this, don’t do that–of course, the more she wanted to. Defy, rebel. Prove… Read more Ripping Off “Nature’s Band-Aid” Is The Only Way Some Girls Can Rip Off Their Shackles