Recently, I spent some time studying in Spain as part of the Erasmus program. One sunny afternoon, I installed one of these apps, and that’s when the eeriest thing happened:
After just a few swaps (mostly to the left I admit), a very daunting message popped up on my screen: ‘THERE’S NO ONE NEW IN YOUR AREA’ (25 miles radius by the way!)
(c) 2017, Livingston Woolf. In my teens, my parents dragged me from specialist to specialist. They were ashamed of my “perversion” as my enlightened father called it. Ultimately, they dragged me to an endocrinologist who put me through a battery of tests. Mom and dad were shocked when they heard the doctor’s report “There’s an […]
(c) 2017, Michael Ampersant This wasn’t my first time, not even in Florence, but it’s my shtick, if you will. I’ve taken up position on the steps of the Loggia della Signoria, squatting between the statues of Cellini’s Perseus and Fedi’s Rape of the Polyxena. I’m not a prostitute, but I’m a slut with […]
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