It’s been a year of magical thinking.
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“My mom at some point understood that my relationship with this woman had become “unhealthy”, so to speak. And then she said, “But you do understand that you will have to lick cunt?!” “Good thing you told me, Mom. It wouldn’t have occurred to me, I thought we’d just hold hands!””
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“I left Riga that winter on a pilgrimage to Lake Sevan, where the periscope-like cafe front of the Writers’ Resort faces out onto choppy waters. The story behind this site is full of longing and absence, and I felt it all the more because I’d left someone in Riga, knowing, though not admitting to myself, that things were coming to an end.”
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“How anatomically revealing pornographic videos are doesn’t concern me, though some angles teach me new things about the human body. It is impossible to gain sexual pleasure from watching videos that have so clearly been created to please men who have no interest in the sexual pleasure of women.”
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“I bought myself a good knife. The first evening I cut my hand twice. That’s good, wise people say, the knife is getting used to you and striking up a friendship. Then the knife cut up the sponge and the cutting board began to resemble the arms of a depressed teenager. And yet it’s great to have your own knife. Now I’ll go and buy myself some baking soda for the homey feeling to settle in.”
