Flaw Salad

Brawn. Stout, tawny fingers on a long, white thigh. Such gentle lips. A summer breeze through the open window, and faint melodies floating through sweet, cool air. Navy night draws them in. Heat and shirt and skirt between them. A stirring in her chest. A hunger in his kiss. Skin on skin. She melts into — read more

My god, you were beautiful. That soft, black hair covered your lean, white belly, and my fingers loved to dance in it. I can almost feel it, my palm against your skin. And you were strong. Those arms wrapped around me like a missing piece of childhood, warm and encompassing, safe and sure. Your touch was — read more

Every flood of affection is peppered with disgust. Or that’s how it begins to feel. Has there been a lyrical moment, a rush of tender feelings, unaccompanied by sick, violent repulsion? Have you ever wanted to pull a body close, only, and not also kick it away? Uncomplicated. You hold on your fingertips the promise of uncomplicated, sold in — read more

It always strikes in a moment, and how can you trust something so sudden? After all these weeks or months or years of building, how can you believe that solitary second of disgust, the flash that tells you it’s over? But it always happens that way. You’re walking together or sitting in a room or naked in — read more