With all sincerity and honesty, I don't know why I'm here. Our friend group, on impenetrable, was now a congregation of Instagram acquaintances —who, at this moment, were more performative friends. We went from wine nights and chain text to a pack of actresses pretending to be something that had passed. Julie Marks, my once-great who introduced me to my first husband and my second husband, seemed ...
A letter arrived this morning, and I already don't want to open the shit. At 6 am, the doorbell rang, which sounded like an exploding bell jar. The noise awakened me from a luxurious sex dream that found me at a tarted-up swinger penthouse on the Upper East Side in NYC. My toes were being sucked by a dreamy chocolate man, complete with a full beard, hulking-prison muscles, and tattoos. As I was ...