“Wow, there’s no way I could do that!”
“It’s been a whole year since you’ve seen each other?”
“Do you really have a boyfriend if he’s not even here?”
“Wait, how do you…” *looks around* “…like, get off?”
Folk, welcome to Real Things I’ve Heard When I Mention My Long-Distance Relationship. Often over a coffee,…
When I arrived at his dilapidated treehouse, I complimented Michael on the taxidermy snake he had draped on his kitchen window sill. I found comfort in its lifelessness, its alien body, the intricacy of its scales.
Michael, slowly dragging on his cigarette and puffing out dragon-like smoke, crossed one thin leg over the other as…
We smiled and thrashed around in the pool because they told us to. We yelled out "Schoolies!" with our drinks in the air because they told us to. When asked if we were 18 -- without having to produce ID -- most of my friends lied and drunkenly signed contracts forfeiting our rights because they…
“Malingerer” is my reflexive conviction when I talk about depression or hear it discussed. Mental illness is the privilege of wealthy societies where basic needs – food, water, security – are accessed by most. Do I have a right to complain, feel sad, want to die, in a world where people risk their lives to…