Well, this year, at age 49 and with so few fucks that I couldn’t locate one with a microscope, I decided to adopt the confidence of the Mediocre White Man and see what it would bring to my job search.
“I know what it means to have sex, and how it feels to be desired,” I said, losing my feigned composure. “But I don’t know what it feels like to be loved.”
July 2016. The month New York City officially became hot as Hades and even Texas was sympathetic. Given the temperature, I wasn’t surprised when my sweat glands exploded on a… Read More