August 2014

Rose and I check into the Liberty Inn, Room 101, past the bullet-proof glass and the vending machine selling condoms and M&Ms.

Sofia’s body, in ten photos she chose for me.

A turbo-slut, a Tinder match, and the inevitable trajectory from first message to leaving the bar.

It’s not the transgressive things I’ve done that upset people most — it’s the thoughts I’ve been honest enough to say out loud.