“It’s not the drugs,” Kurt said. “It’s the people you meet because of the drugs.”
He was a heavy user and had been for some time. Like many people, when I first met him, I’d pegged him for an addict. Assumed that his use was as simple as that, biochemical dependency. » Read more
“I’m not sure why people keep saying my pieces are painful to read,” I say to Justin. “I mean, it’s usually a part of a ‘but I love them’ kind of comment. But yeah, they’re always saying they’re painful. And I’m not sure why.”
“It makes them think about themselves and their lives,” » Read more
Nearly 20 years ago, I lived for several months with my friend’s drug dealer. He was 13 years older than me. I didn’t want to date him in the first place, but back then I had a hard time saying no, and he was very persuasive.
Besides, he paid me kindnesses, things that would seem trivial now, » Read more
I don’t know how it happened, but I seem to have become someone that is attracted primarily to ambition. Passion. Work ethic.
And completely turned off by laziness.
The Lazy One
I’m the child of two perfectionists. No matter what I did, it was never good enough. My parents were very quick to point out my mistakes and very quiet about my successes. » Read more
“Peoples once accustomed to masters are not in a condition to do without them.”
-Jean Jacques-Rousseau, Discourse on the Origin of Equality
The thing I loved about Kurt was what scared me most about him: I never knew which version of him I was going to get. » Read more
Comparisons are odious.
“The one I love last is the one I love the most,” Yan says. I’ve just broken up with a man who was obsessed with my exes. How many there were, who they were, and whether he would stack up. » Read more