January 2012
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“He felt me with his fingers and laid me down on his bed. I clung to him....”
– Incomplete
Jan 11th
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December 2011
17 posts
“‘No one appreciates you like me,’ he said, and that made me a little...”
– Melting
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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From "Control"
I gripped the sink with both hands, bent over. I didn’t look at our faces in the mirror. I looked at the black stockings and my skin. I tried not to make noise but I couldn’t help it. He made noise. He whispered to me the entire time. On his lap I leaned back and watched my patch of pubic hair move up and down. There was a faint pink stain on his white shirttail. I couldn’t think of what it was...
Dec 28th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
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Strength and Appetite
Lessing noted what she called “a basic female ruthlessness” in herself, and went on to disdain the notion that gender is, in its essence, “socially constructed.” How, she asked, did she acquire her husband? She stole him from another woman. And how did she feel about that? She felt, she said, that it was “my right”: “When I’ve seen this creature emerge in myself, or in other women, I have felt...
Dec 24th
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Dec 16th
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Dec 16th
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“There are numerous ways in which God can make us lonely and lead us back to...”
– Herman Hesse, Demian
Dec 12th
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Dec 9th
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Dec 8th
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Dec 8th
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“I had to apologize to him later for the blood, my legs trembling. That’s the...”
– Emptying My Pockets
Dec 8th
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October 2011
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Oct 12th
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Oct 3rd
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September 2011
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Sep 29th
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Wedding Rings
Some keep them on. Some take them off. I wonder where the ring goes when it’s no longer on the hand, what places a man keeps it so it’s not lost or forgotten for a day or a full weekend or even a few hours. Many married men have hired me on their birthdays. Married or no, many enjoy talking about their sons, if they have them. They do not soon tire of describing how handsome and smart...
Sep 29th
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Sep 24th
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Sep 12th
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Sep 1st
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August 2011
7 posts
“I haven’t laid naked with someone and listened to music since college,” he told me. “And if someone told me then”—I felt sure he would make a comment about how much time passed before he would repeat this experience, a comment about how he’d expected to have a life full of listening to music with another nude person, but he didn’t—”that I’d...
Aug 31st
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Aug 28th
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Aug 26th
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“The night before he said, ‘I’ve never kissed the backs of a woman’s knees...”
– The Last Words On August
Aug 26th
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Aug 22nd
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ListenGayngs — The Gaudy Side of Town
Aug 22nd
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July 2011
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Jul 27th
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My orgasms are watery, thin and forgettable, diluted. There’s a ridge of anger running under everything, a live wire, a mountain range of rage. The photographer sent me an email about his coke addiction, about his “infatuation” with me. “Trying to figure out right and not wrong,” he wrote. Who bothers with that anymore? I couldn’t reply. I hung my torso over the...
Jul 27th
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Jul 26th
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ListenSleep Party People — I’m Not Human At All
Jul 26th
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Jul 16th
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“Seeing through people is so easy, and it gets you nowhere.”
– Elias Canetti
Jul 15th
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Jul 14th
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ListenCinematic Orchestra — To Build A Home (Korova...
Jul 14th
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Jul 12th
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The Cipher
A man in a suit greeted us immediately outside of the gate and pushed us impatiently through an empty “UN official” customs line. “From America,” he told various airport security members near-giddily. (“How do they feel about Obama here?” someone asked at lunch. The former ambassador shook his head a bit and made a strange face: “They loved Bush.” We...
Jul 11th
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Jul 6th
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Unreliable Narrators
He bound my hair in his fist and swiveled my skull slowly in front of his face like he was examining a piece of merchandise. “Gorgeous,” he said to himself, his grip tugging at my roots. Our fucking would be intensely painful. The night before I’d been with another hung man and I was sure the sensation would make me pass out. I graded it an 8 on a scale of 1 to 10, not knowing...
Jul 6th
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Jul 4th
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