“Mattie is just so hot—”
“I know, right!? I keep hoping she’ll give girls a try.”
My girlfriend and I are in bed. A tangled debacle of dyed hair now enjoined in communal swoon. Mattie Brice brings the pubescent high school crush to your lazy late morning love-a-thon. Read More “I Am A Final Boss”: Interview With (Ex)-Games Critic Mattie Brice
[Trigger Warning: Depictions of abuse, substance use, and suicide]
She doesn’t take sugar or cream. The spoon is wholly ritual. Languid lulling of percolated pitch. She’s angry. Read More I Dropped Acid At A Pinball Convention So You Don’t Have To But Maybe You Should Anyway?
So, bad news first: my existential expose of an expedition to the cooing Canadian winter to find myself through threesomes that thrill and the tender, forgiving touch of a woman’s love has been delayed because I am not well, at all, and I’d feel disingenuous talking about how I “found myself abroad” while I’m shopping for a psychiatric bed.
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It is 1997. My mother is unhappy. She’s quietly contorting her face, pursing her lips and focusing her gaze on some inanimate object. I used to think this was meant to dismiss me, to erase me from the room, but I learned, after bringing home a report card of mostly Cs that this was actually a magnanimous show of mercy towards the injuring party. Read More Balls To The Wall: How Pinball Can Save My Soul