“There’s making love, there’s sex, and then there’s fucking.” I forget who said that to me when I was young and impressionable, but it made sense at the time. Making love was what people in “The English Patient” did. It was very serious and probably set to violins. Sex was what people did when theyContinue reading “My theory of seamless love”
Used to love him, had to kill him Didn’t drive the stake in deep His pale fist has just cracked the plywood Help. The worm wakes in the tinder, taxes are due on Friday Horses and children need new shoes this season It’s an inconvenient time for dying Though what time isn’t.
Hell yeah. World Cup. But anyway… I read Julia Ioffe’s piece on infidelity in Russia with great interest, particular because it was for Slate’s DoubleX, and I never really know what the hell I am supposed to make of that particular outfit. A part of me despises it, a part of me is continually intrigued.Continue reading “Infidelity, Russian-style”