Am I ever going to know where I hope to escape to? I understand that I’m trying escape from reality, but I’m still not clear on what the destination is.
I listened to the lead singer, Shirley Manson, play what I understood as masculine and feminine in the same hand.
I told myself I accepted his gala invite because I wanted to see what else they could get away with.
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How I Became a Scholar of Black Girl Fantasy
My Father, Montaigne, and the Art of Living
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