The Other 228–Redux
Palestine deserves more than The Other 228. That much is obvious. It should have been obvious when I wrote it almost a year ago.
On Poetic Strangeness, Horses, & Myths
“I loved him like my head, my life, myself” is as unbearably intimate, aching, and confounding as their relationship was. In this way, it makes perfect sense.
Uncle Roger, Go Fuck Yourself
Fuck Uncle Roger. Fuck the exactly six jokes he repeats in every video. I am tired of even thinking about Uncle Roger, so after all that he needs to go and fuck himself.

