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Driving Miss Ke$ha

2008 I’ve never had alcohol before, save for diluted red wine at the occasional Sunday mass, and the electric blue vodka sitting in front of me seems like the pinnacle of cool. I hold the shot glass to my lips, … Continue reading

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The Brief Wonders of Erotic Asphyxiation

A firm pair of calloused hands grip mine, wrenching my arms further behind my back. Leathery fingers work their way around a pair of makeshift pillowcase handcuffs, tightening, knotting, fastening me in place, me, glancing out the window at the … Continue reading

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