June 2016

After a conversation with Sofia, I was bitten by a mosquito, and I thought about what the itch felt like. It felt like a useful metaphor.

I’ve never posted a hidden post about someone before. Until now….

Is there such a thing as inappropriate cleavage?

The catalogue of disappearing women continues.

Call me N.

Upon examination, my anger almost always dissolves into fear.

Le Trapeze is closing. I’ll miss it….

A disastrous date, one that illustrates just how insane I am.

Curves, in pink.