I’d like to tell you about the time I first had anal sex. I was twenty-seven and four months into my first relationship[i] with a guy who was my exact type: long, lean, dark shaggy hair, introverted, and artistically stylish...
My name is Emmanuel Ramos Aponte. I was born in Yabucoa, Puerto Rico to an elegant but poor mother, Aurelia Aponte Pérez, and a belligerent and crass alcoholic of a father, Jorge Ramos Ramos, a product of cousin inbreeding.[i] I am less than a month shy of sixty-two-years-old. I live in the Bronx in an... Continue Reading →
“Do you ever wonder how something as simple as tying your shoelace can completely change your life?” “Um, no. Not really,” my some-form-of-a-date replied as he rubbed the remainder of his cigarette onto a dirty plate. “Like, what if I were to tie my shoelace, and in that moment something happened that wouldn’t have happened... Continue Reading →
Julius was a normal teenage boy. He liked the sports other teenage boys liked. He liked the music other teenage boys liked. He liked the movies other teenage boys liked. He liked the subjects other teenage boys liked. He liked the clothes other teenage boys liked. He liked the girls other teenage boys liked. He... Continue Reading →