Weird Fucks by Lynne Tillman
great very short book that never gets *that* weird
great very short book that never gets *that* weird
speculative short essay that proposes the historic existence of shame-free desire
deeply affecting, affectingly deep
unambitious, uncomplex, wish it had been sexier
latest chapbook from one of my favourite writers
a masterpiece of contemporary sonnetteering
some thoughts on a novel you should probably read
well i had a good year
finally seeing what the fuss is about
Thomas Mann, Thomas Mann, Thomas Mann, What A Very Thom Man
shellshock and amnesia and different kindsa love
a book about modern love i.e. travel and drugs and sex with a horse
chapbook review that turns into me recounting my entire relationship with sex
love love love love love… and books
it’s not love if u pretend they don’t shit
an effective exploration of white saviour complex
love love love love love love love
simply the bestial
A beautiful novel for an ugly world.
an accurate depiction of the lust and boredom that threatens to overwhelm all of us who aren’t pious, delusional, fuckheads
Love is not the preserve of the randy, love is not just something that happens with pants off or about to be off…
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