February 2013
In French you don’t say “I’m on my period” you say “Les Anglais ont débarqué” which translates into English as “The English have arrived.” I find that beautiful. The English. Small Englishmen are pouring out of your vagina. They are here. There is no stopping them.
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n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.
January 2013
12 Hangover Cures From Famous Heavy Drinkers
Literary flapper celeb Zelda Fitzgerald apparently liked to start her boozing around 11 am. Vodka and lemonade were her best friends, accompanying the novelist for a lazy day of reading and writing, and eventually to her ballet studio where she would diligently exercise. By evening, she was out on the town with a garter flask concealed beneath her dress and not a care in the world. Zelda’s...
I like men with flaws. Too big hands, scars on their legs, and wonky smiles. I don’t like men who are too pretty. Give me some unruly hair, a crooked nose. Give me a deep rumbly voice that doesn’t match his mouth. A patch of beard that won’t be tamed. Give me two different color eyes. I want to see what makes them different.
What sets them apart by my senses. I want to touch the faults that...
