TATMWCMD B-SIDES: out do ’em

This man was thirty years old and waiting tables for a living until his career as a DJ “took off,” which I assume meant being booked for maybe two weddings in Holiday Inn banquet rooms a month.  (He sold drugs, too, of course… I thought he was hot, of course.)  We worked together and he…

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i would call this “audio masochism” but it’s a good album it’s just sad as hell

Sleep Token’s new album, This Place Will Become Your Tomb, came out on 9/24, and I admit, the optimistic horniness of the singles had me worried: I don’t listen to happy music, especially about relationships. (Back when I used to occasionally have sex, I would shuffle through my playlist approximately 350 times before I found…

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literary masochism: my vagina, my vagina, me…

I usually refer to To All The Men Who Called Me Disgusting as “my vagina book” out of a lazy tongue and a grown distaste for the title. My opinion on it when I was putting the book together was hazy; I impetuously decided on it once the deadline I (foolishly) set for myself grew…

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the story of how i blew through my wall like a drunken kool-aid man except I wrote it in third person and it sounds like a fan-fiction

“Are you drunk? You sound a little drunk.” She was very drunk: It was Valentine’s Day and the happiness of others had drained her blood and she didn’t know what to do besides replace it with something better. 

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what’s worse: the exploitation of children for political propaganda or the hangover?

There are not many physical activities that I am good at or would ever care to be. I grew up poor to a busy single mother, so extracurricular sports were quickly replaced with browsing Godless sites on the Internet; I applied makeup well enough to trick my way into the beds of many men and…

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