The whole story is very simple: His fussing and furtive fannying Fucked Me Off. So I stopped listening. Simply. To his wheedling directions. To his …
Dora Maar
I knew it was over when he painted me in green like a corpse. I asked him why and he shrugged, And with the movement …
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow: The Hidden Hold Our Hair Has on Us
“Hair is everything. We wish it wasn’t so we could actually think about something else occasionally. But it is. It’s the difference between a good …