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9/29 - weekend dispatch (opens the original)
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What a weird weekend, right? Plans started, stopped, reversed, and were improvised. Pretty sure everyone felt this budding anxiety - “Will I be stuck in the storm? Have to wade through water? Cross the bridge on foot?” It created this churning rhythm out in the world. We were prepared for the worst with rain boots and umbrellas and praying for the best: a rain-soaked, chance encounter. Recently, I’ve taken up pole dancing and I was rushing to class when the sky became dye-dipped in crimson and m
9/25 - kurt vile-seriousness (opens the original)
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Last night, I went to Elissa’s party at Hudson Wilder celebrating her new book with A24 about sexxxy movies. I got a complimentary Maude candle with my purchase. The older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve become a fan of sex. This isn’t to say my life was devoid of it until my late 20’s, but it has taken a while to grow comfortable with this aspect of myself. When I was 19, I had a boyfriend who was 25. The age/experience gap felt like an impossibly wide chasm I was constantly trying t
9/22 - being real takes time (opens the original)
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A year ago, my life fell apart. He came home, sat down on the couch and said, after fewer words than you would think required for a build up of this type of thing: “I think we should get a divorce.” I’d felt the click of the rollercoaster as we mounted to this climax for over two years, but was unprepared for the g force on the way down. “I think I’m going to die,” I said to Emma over the phone at least a dozen times. That first week flattened out into a thin mat, making time take decades. Every
9/18 - bodega battle: glitter babies vs peptides (opens the original)
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I’m stuck in the cursed cycle of burning my tongue. First it was the soup, then it was the soup leftovers, then it was the zucchini, now the coffee and the cup before. I’m greedy and impatient. I can’t help it or I don’t want to.Thought StartersBodega peptides*article*At my local bodega, they are selling palm-sized, stretchy, glitter babies. Initially, it was just green guys, but they’ve expanded to blue and pink babies too (ah, representing the three
9/15 - it’s 7 am at the club and im sober (opens the original)
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Folks, I have been New Yorking hard and that’s sans any fashion week events (no hate but definitely an eye roll).On Saturday, I went to an ear concert on a helipad. The outfits were fantastic and, at least aesthetically, I felt transported to a time when New York was overrun by hipsters. Ear, albeit on the cusp of a meteoric rise after signing with A24 music, was as cute, unrefined, and as earnest as they appeared when they played a free show at the Slipper Room a year or two ago.Then I hopped o
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