Julia K and Others
I’d finally gotten a handle on my morning when Michael White posted his story about me. It was as if the starter journalist had sensed that I was at last on track to make gains on my new book.
I’d finally gotten a handle on my morning when Michael White posted his story about me. It was as if the starter journalist had sensed that I was at last on track to make gains on my new book.
BY BRIAN ALESSANDRO — AT FIRST, SHE HESITATED TO CLICK ON THE LINK. As a rule, Lorna deleted emails from unknown senders, though few ever made it past her spam filter. She felt safe opening this one. The subject line read “Dr. Truman-Hall, I am NOT a Robot! Please read me! EOM.
BY BRIAN ALESSANDRO — If we can’t write with complexity and a jaundiced eye about ourselves, what good is representation? If we can’t discomfit our readers and compel contemplation, why endeavor any artistic or intellectual pursuit? These questions began to weigh on me after reading a 2017 New York Times interview with the literary luminary
Lori thought they should call him Rape Face. She slid the article across the table to me and laughed. Some guy the paper nicknamed “The Forest Flasher” had tackled a jogger in the woods, mashed his dick against her face, and run off. She was his fifth victim.