1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
( my answers )

It was only April and too cold to be swimming. We were under the covered bridge by the private school my brother went to. I wanted to go there too but by the time I was old enough my parent’s couldn’t afford it. I rode there in the back in someone’s minivan and was the first in the water and I’m pretty sure something touched my leg ( Read more... )

1) I despise predictions. She overcompensates for her insecurity by hiding behind a Pentax K1000, the most pretentious of cameras. She has no concept of line, form or color, only flesh tone and the abstract, which her friends eat up because they are only 19. They talk in italics. They prefer the soft to the sharp. They are hopeful, bruised and ( Read more... )

I didn’t want to talk about Royal Tenenbaums anymore but I couldn’t get out of the conversation ( Read more... )

She had her bra and panties on still. I called her what she liked to be called, in the corner of her ear, soft and low like a spell. But nothing made sense and I lost my composure and acted against principle. Maybe it was because I had never been told NO before ( Read more... )

“I wish you would just disappear,” she said. I sit and pretend everything doesn’t matter - because why should it ( Read more... )

18 year old virgin's best friend is a closet lesbian who invents boyfriends so girl 1 doesn't catch on that she is in love with her. i was one of the inventions ( Read more... )

She called from somewhere and I gave her directions to my room
She said I could fuck her anyway I wanted

We woke up and her mouth tasted like liquor and it was night time still
She called her friend to see if she got home OK

In the morning we showered together
And talked about her ex-boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend

everybody in the auditorium was clapping except me because i was standing up receiving their ovation. afterwards i hid in the foyer until the i could hear the footsteps of the last person leaving, and only until his or her car started and sped away did i leave myself ( Read more... )

… And then we were arguing.  I called her an angst-ridden clotheshorse.  I told her she was messy, uncontainable, vapid, materialistic and hysterical.  I told her she wasn’t as popular as she thought, which wasn’t true.

She told me my life, my career and my car was just a backdrop for sex.  She started to say something else but then she looked ( Read more... )