The Ghost of This Donkey Dick
And how content creation is an act of self-humiliation
My mom recently asked me if I ever thought about doing something creative.
This showed up in my memories today. Taken exactly ten years ago by my ex during a trip to Fire Island. Body tea. Smize, sickening.
This is the first summer I haven’t visited the island since 2015. Wild.
Last night I dreamed that I went back to college, and on my first day I just had the toughest time. No one understood my wit or sense of humor, so everyone took everything I said really personally, and I found myself apologizing profusely all the time. I don’t know how British people do it!
Every day I wake up not rich, I am completely flabbergasted.
How it feels to be a homosexual New Yorker who is not at Honcho right now.
