The other night, at a rock show, in a face mask, straight-hair wig (I'm known as a curly-haired being), and t-shirt from an NYC souvenir shop that said “Do I look like a f*cking people person?” I stood for over half an hour next to an ex I was with for nearly five years, and... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on Identity, Disappearance, and Hunger after a Trip to NYC
The first time I ever heard the music of Chan Marshall (better known as Cat Power), an old friend had sat me down in front of V for Vendetta (the 2005 film) to study my reaction to its moral ambiguity. We were in our early-mid twenties, just reunited after several years, and he’d deliberately eschewed... Continue Reading →