Archives for January, 2013:
How I met Jill Soloway is Michelle Tea’s fault. We were both on the bill for Michelle Tea’s Radar Reading Series in San Francisco last year. Soloway stood in the back and I stood in the front [...]
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It’s 1985. Bombay is red.
Every olive skinned forehead has a chalky red circle placed by the leathery fingers of holy men. They look like a collection of bullseyes. Black red garnets drip from ear [...]