BONUS: Gnawing the bitter fruit of Valentine's Day
Post-Trump angst and dating nihilism, but make it sexy. Also, a sartorial and aesthetic meditation on the colors oxblood and plum.
This post was originally a SENSUAL TERRORS weekly dispatch, but now this is a BONUS post for paid subscribers; as a thank you for holding it down, y’all get access to an intimate piece of my heart.
The beautiful thing about poetic fervor is that it makes you wildly productive. The ugly part is that four weeks after you’ve written the perfect weekly dispatch heading into Valentine’s Day, you’ve accidentally become a completely different person.
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