One day, I wake up to her crying in the middle of the night. She has my phone in her hands. I do not have to ask why she is crying. I know.
UNCOVERING THE ORIGIN STORY OF MY MIND IN THREE ACTS
In that household, we did not speak openly of demons and devils. We did that in hushed tones and invited the Sheikh to pray everything away.
WE DON’T HAVE CONVERSATIONS ANYMORE, WE JUST WANT TO FUCK
“Hey handsome, nice to meet you. Are you open to friends with benefits?”
A GOOD WORLD
I joined my partner in Toronto at the beginning of winter, when there weren’t a lot of activities for someone coming from a warm climate.
