But, after what seemed like the millionth Tinder text that began and ended with ‘are you good at sucking dicks’, reading in bed seemed far too mild an evening. Especially since I was now put in a mood to stab someone in the balls.
Those days, my uncle would come home from work nearby for lunch. There was always a good, strong cup of sugared black coffee waiting for him in the fridge, and five-year-old-me figured out that if I stood by the fridge and waited for him, he’d let me have a few sips.Read more "An Ode to Coffee"
It’s an abstract sort of concept to grasp, the idea that it’s possible to hunger for the human touch. We’ve all felt it – to be sure, in different ways, but we’re all human, and to be human is to want the companionship of others like us.Read more "Skin Hunger"