The oranges made a gorgeous, swollen pile. —Fiona McFarlane, The Night Guest 10:15 on a Saturday night: my housemate’s asleep, Tiger Coils roil an air wet as whelps (a bitch yelps), Mulder’s chest hair exposes itself like clockwork. Grindr trills       Bud what ya into      Familiar thrill. in general? in bed?       Whatevs HAHA proving his youth. I … Continue reading →