All the Lovesick attendees were gathered outside to listen to the event’s MC, but he was struggling to figure out how to turn on his mic.

The night before the Super Bowl, we were drunk in Miami after hours of non-stop tequila Sprites.

My almost-ex was freaking out in the way only men with egos can.

There’s a picture of you at queer prom, in the photo booth, faces alight with total bliss.

The text said: Hey! I think I just saw you cross the street (I’m in the red Prius). How are you?

I suppose I was in a conspiratorial mood when I told you that I don’t always feel like a man.

(Iowa City 1995)

What I think I want, is Inez . . . Fuck! Now it’s a blur. Drawing. Rather, a dream in which I’m drawing.

the history of countries is the story of roaming. And maps are relatively new inventions in the human narrative 

I followed him up the stairs up to his apartment and once inside he made parachutes, wrapping loose MDMA in tissue paper.