The Sistine Chapel ceiling is sexy. Adam, nude, lounging back, he thrusts his limp penis at the audience, lets it hang onto tourists, religious or otherwise. Consider the romance, the joyous sensuality of his pose. His eyes hold a “come, come touch my finger” expression and God obliges. They will embrace. The rest of theContinue reading “Gay Babies”
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Babe & My Darling
He calls me Babe, always a nice treat, to be someone’s something. When I, confused by the familiar romantic nature of the word, ask him why he applies this honorific, he deadpans “because you are one, a Babe.”
You’ve Been Flirting Again
As a student, when presented with an open-ended question such as “what do you feel inadequate about?” the correct impulse, drilled into my young mind, required me to restate the question as a statement and proceed into my answer. I honestly find that tedious as an adult though it may have been easier than aContinue reading “You’ve Been Flirting Again”
Swimming in Shame
Jedrowski’s novel thrives on an elegy to the Polish countryside but falls flat in its attempts at politics
One Sentence Lockdown
Quarantine and Ducks, Newburyport, the one sentence 1,000 page novel
Specialists in Failure
Documentaries aren’t truth, they aren’t myth, they are stories all on their own. Indeed, documentaries about products sell those products, but what happens when the product up for sale is a soccer team, or an entire city? That is the central question of Netflix’s two season soccer docuseries Sunderland ‘Til I Die, originally pitched toContinue reading “Specialists in Failure”
Empty Room
A college friend tells me her boyfriend, someone else from college, feels proud of me for accepting the scholarship without a clear career path from it; it’s not part of a grand resume building plan, it is a jaunt across the globe, far away. My mother thinks it will lead me down an excellent careerContinue reading “Empty Room”
When a Boy Loses His Dog
My mother tells me not to lose the dog. When I tell him Molly is lost, Edward hustles me along like older boys do, into the forest, past the park on the edge of our block. A summer morning sun lets loose oppressive humidity that edges my brow with sweat. We bounce up and overContinue reading “When a Boy Loses His Dog”
Hey World. King Krule, Dir. Charlotte Patmore
“Perfecto Miserable” A dial tone rings along what appears to be a highway. I wonder if we need phone lines anymore, but what will happen to all that metal, where will the triangular silver steel be placed? Surely, it can’t be recycled any longer, or will they stand there, after the apocalypse, a thingContinue reading “Hey World. King Krule, Dir. Charlotte Patmore”
Blowout
The aesthetics of the surrounding area approach the Nordic. I walk away from the spot down Market into and around chaos. The heart has four chambers and surely it’s something that it’s not three or seven. But the aesthetics are Nordic–matte pastels, harsh angles, cozy seats. Each table like a salted fish: good and healthyContinue reading “Blowout”
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