Going To A Gay Porn Convention
I saw then that this man didn’t care that I was a woman; he didn’t want to impress me or take me back to his hotel room. He didn’t think I was a porn star; didn’t want me to sit on his lap. He just wanted to brag to someone about his exploits and I happened to be there to listen.
Google Nights
I didn’t want to think I could Google Ben because if I did, I would do it all the time. My obsessive, compulsive nature leads to disturbingly good research skills – both an advantage for journalistic purposes but detrimental to my sanity. But of course, one night, I did it.
Ten Flawless Albums That Are Also Totally Depressing
Cat Power has never been known to be a ray of music sunshine (which is why it’s weird that she lives in Miami) but she went to some #dark places with The Covers Record in 2000.
The Relativity Of Discomfort
I did not understand what seemed to be an enormous waste of energy in being so consumed by a few minutes’ delay. It wasn’t until a few years after I moved to the city that I understood that it was only because where I came from, discomfort was a way of life.
Dating Her, She’s Into Jazz
I don’t know why we are talking about jazz. Neither of us particularly like it, and I’m not even sure you could name three jazz records. Not that I could, but from the way you’re talking it’s as if you worked in a record store in the backstreets of New Orleans in the 1960s.
