I think I’m developing a nervous tic. Yesterday, on the train, I read Brief Interviews With Hideous Men while the guy sitting across the aisle jerked off under his coat. Today a girl in the stairwell tied my shoelaces and finger fucked the hole in the knee of my stockings.
An personal history of television and feminism.
He bets $20 she’s got one of those feminine fist bump power tattoos. I bet him $30 it’s in the small of her back.
"You looked kind of like that heroin dealer from that one TV show. And I was trying to cross the street. You leaned out of your car window and started yelling at me about how I was hot, ‘for a fat chick’. Because everyone likes a compliment with a caveat. You looked so surprised when I threw my coffee thermos at your car. I think it cracked the windshield. And you know what? I don’t feel bad about it at all."