When we last left the little redheaded girl, she had just become a Jesus Freak, moved in with a total stranger 3000 miles away from home, quit her job and joined a church that became nationally, notoriously anti-gay. I’ll let that sink in a minute. I honestly don’t remember many actual conversations about the actual morality of being gay.
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When we last left the little redheaded girl, she had just purchased a plane ticket to British Columbia to be with Liam – a man she had met and fucked for one night -sans orgasm on either side- and spent many hours talking on the phone with. One conversation over the Christmas holidays was particularly
It’s strange how one day you can be living in the absolute bottomless mosh pit of despair but with one decision you’re suddenly a bird singing on a rainbow cloud made of cotton candy. I visited Amy, an older friend last week. She is 77 and one of the best people I know. Artistic,
They tell me I’ve been writing this stripper memoir for 50 days straight now. And that is why my mind feels like a massive plate of spaghetti- a mountain of random thoughts askew, piled up on top of each other, some even stuck together- the occasional meatball to chew on for a while and feel