I laugh and say, “is that a Rupi Kaur poem?”

A recap of New York's biggest night.

Part of making art is religiously making as much as you can when creatively inclined and then shaping what’s there.

            If Miami were a person, she would have veneers from the same dentist who does her Botox

Tina joins our class mid semester. Instantly, I dig her aura. She shares the relaxed gait and slow drawl of the local stoners. She wears her dark hair flat and parted down the middle and has an

Over coffee, he told me he thought I dumped him last time because we had sex too soon.

Her umbilical right to intimacy makes me wonder if I ever left the womb.

I was convinced I would die. A lone cig, maybe three gin spritzes, benzodiazepining into extinction. Ativan.

“When we were young, we had momentum. We were winning. We were best friends. Everybody seemed to care more. Everything seemed to matter more back then.”

~ Hot Tub Time Machine (2010)

On

The pain reminds me: I am here. I am real. I matter.​​​​​​​

It is only for an hour or two that I get to panic about pregnancy before the blood starts.

Michelle understood my frustration. She diagnosed Peter with “terminal vagueness” and agreed it wasn’t my job to financially support him.

Hoarding is bad and it’s equally bad when all that indie music doesn’t hit the spot anymore

Did I want to fuck her? Or did I want to be her?

It’s the question everyone asks but I’ve never felt it until now.

We shouldn’t have become friends. Everything about our separate lives suggested we wouldn’t meet—me in the comfort of my sunny Los Angeles home, framed by blue skies, and Frank confined by barbed wire

The hamster was actually a mouse. We were calling a lot of things by the wrong names back then.

Silly’s hands were tangled in his hair. His gaze snapped back to mine. “You didn’t hurt me, Elle. Not at all.”

It was the summer of 2018, and I had just returned home to California from Italy, where my relationship exploded after we had lived together for only four months.

Perhaps this is why trans people crave romantic love with a curdling, obscure undercurrent of self-doubt, of rage.

After three flights, two chicken buses, and a strange bout of illness, I arrived in El Nido, a small backpacker nest at the far edge of the Philippines.

why does it feel so much harder to see something happen to someone else than have it happen to you?

I’ve been on a lot of dates. I don’t consider myself an expert, but I can tell you how to get asked on a second: be as mysterious as possible, ask as many questions about the person as you can, let

I was sitting in a coffee shop I used to go to. This was in Bangkok.

Prompt

# Tasks

Write a breakup text.
End relationship as clearly and concisely as possible.
Express disappointment, but be vague.
Make it clear that no further contact is desired or

While trying to sleep, I abandon the sex fantasies and imagine the feeling of being held by another. They’re soft and accepting and faceless, one of the pillow-folk from the Ringling Museum.