Notes on cruising.
The manner of my demise is of little interest, besides serving as our jumping off point.
The author of The Vinyl Diaries on coming of age during the AIDS pandemic, midlife crises, and the music his younger partners recommend.
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The manner of my demise is of little interest, besides serving as our jumping off point.
The author of The Vinyl Diaries on coming of age during the AIDS pandemic, midlife crises, and the music his younger partners recommend.
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Love was not a drink, and my pursuit of it did not fit perfectly into the rubric of addiction, but it had taken me.
Unlike the many high profile hip-hop figures who have fallen from grace due to their misdeeds in recent years, Playboi Carti's misconduct shows no signs of slowing down his ascent.
We don’t have to be monsters, but we can have a monster as our god. A god of justice, a god of righteous vengeance, a god of fire and fury, a god of Saturnalian fun.
As I moved into a house where I hope to stay forever, I spent a lot of time with things other people left behind.
This year, time flew marked by dishes, laundry, trash, repeat. Occasionally I was seized with the worry that I was not doing the correct things.
I stood up and the top of my skull slammed hard into the ceiling. Weird, I thought, and then I stopped thinking at all.
Days have become generally unmanageable, and for some people it helps a bit to have a dog around, which I encourage.
That’s the thing with emotional abuse. You stop trusting yourself, which makes it hard to be alone, so you stay and you listen to someone else's version of your shared story.