I pulled my sweatshirt over my arms and leaned back in his uncomfortable desk chair. It was dorm issued and scratchy and was stained with something yellow. He was lounging on his XL twin staring at the ceiling and humming to Slipknot. I guess that's what we did when we didn't have smartphones. "Do you … Continue reading On Love and Movies
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On Love and Poetry (Yes, Poetry)
I accidentally wrote a poem in a dive bar. I was half interested in the drink I was stirring, and I was sitting in the notoriously isolated end seat of the bar where you can only hear the third and seventh words your friends are saying when a gaggle of girls walked in. I say … Continue reading On Love and Poetry (Yes, Poetry)
On Love and Billy Joel
I left for NYC at 4:00 this morning. It’s now 4:58pm and I still haven’t arrived. I should have known that things wouldn’t turn out the way I hoped when I woke up in time to take a shower. I never wake up in time to take a shower. Not even before important work meetings … Continue reading On Love and Billy Joel
On Love and Bath Tub Drains
It is possible to live in two worlds. It is possible to be deliriously happy and absolutely devastated at the same time. It’s a bit like wearing an oversized sweatshirt with a pencil skirt, comfortable and too tight all at once but it’s the style of the moment so you sit in it and grimace and … Continue reading On Love and Bath Tub Drains
On Love and Periods
When I first heard about IUDs I made a joke about IEDs. It was obvious in the “periods remind me of wartime” kind of way. I swore I would never let someone implant something inside of me until I had heard a viable argument that it was better than any possible form of birth control … Continue reading On Love and Periods
On Love and a Tony
Karen was screaming, I had literal gutter water dripping down my face, and Bernadette Peters was auditioning for the part of Fantine in "Les Misérables" in a mud puddle at my feet. If that sounds like a shit show to you, it's because of Karen...and also...I started this story somewhere near the end. I'm actually … Continue reading On Love and a Tony
On Love and Florence
I can feel Florence in my bones. As she is spinning toward the Carolina coast, she is reminding me of the vigor with which I would insist my body should spin across the gray plastic floor in pink leather shoes. My hips are bending, throwing themselves forward with the force of a Category 4. When I … Continue reading On Love and Florence
On Love and Valerina
"Say Guatemala one more %@*$ time." Valerie was staring at me from across the couch, crab rangoon poised perfected between her thumb and pinky like a weapon. "But..." I stumbled, spilling some whiskey on my pink duvet, a christening of sorts as far as Valerie was concerned. "No...No, I dare you. Say Guatemala ONE. MORE. … Continue reading On Love and Valerina
On Love and My Uterus
*Note* Written post procedure in May, 2018 It could be the pain medication talking, but I really fucking love my uterus. My uterus, and all accompanying nether-parts, have been through so much stress lately I've been thinking about getting them their own psychiatrist, or at least a prescription for Valium. Miranda on Sex and the … Continue reading On Love and My Uterus
On Love and Black Bears
"Black Bear, Black Bear, what do you see?" "I see a sweaty girl, looking at me." That's the start of the new edition of the popular children's book. It's a collaboration between myself, the Black Bear, and the Black Bear Cub that I saw while hiking today in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and we are … Continue reading On Love and Black Bears
