They don’t want anything real, people, and that’s where I come in. Janine was real but he didn’t want the real Janine he wanted the Janine in his head. Then he thought he was supposed to love himself and that the way to do that was to become himself as he was in his mind, … Continue reading Johnnie W.
He leaves food lying around now, and that’s great great but he doesn’t as much anymore with the petting or the playing.
My brother is splayed on the couch watching the Euro and says he doesn’t feel like telling me what happened with his bag yet.
I could make friends with strangers, but welcome to the never-ending spiral of internalised misogyny.
My hairdresser recently compared the new Swiss COVID restrictions to the Holocaust. So let's talk.
There was an old man who lived in my village who wore a flannel coat year round, with a faded green cap squashed onto his bald head. He had a thick grey moustache and drove a long-bedded truck.