Junk of the Heart: The Replacements
Lately, instead of morning sex, I have been mourning it. One of the perils of modern dating–and all of the electronic gadgets upon which it occurs–is that relationships develop and decay in inconsistent patches, like a teenager’s acne. I don’t know your middle name, your favorite TV show or if you have a sibling. I...
Junk of the Heart: Sorta-Fidelity and Pseudo-Boyfriends in the Internet Age
Maybe I have a problem. That kind of problem you admit to loved ones (or complete strangers) with downturned face and in the hushed tones of shame: I am addicted to my technology. My phone hardly leaves my hands. I don’t feel whole at work lest I am Alt+Tabbing through pages of articles and photos and gChats...
Junk of the Heart: The Semantics of Sexting
As with most things I treasure in my late 20s, I can say this: It all started with AOL. There are hours logged late night with my less-than-blessed first boyfriend on AIM. It was all awkward “I move downs” and “touch you’s” because we were too chickenshit to use the really crunchy sex words for...
Junk of the Heart: Junk of the Heart
A birthday is a lonely time. I have spent most of my years condemning the “we enter this world alone, we leave it the same way” attitude. I scorned this grim perspective. Excuses! Excuses to keep friends few, lovers distant and to decide against investing in a family. I have been unfairly impatient, annoyed...
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