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”You will forget that I am here. This is the way of human beings, to forget. But you found your way back to me once and so can again and again. You will hurt yourself again and again. And when it does, and when you do, you will remember me again and again. You will drop to your knees. You will hold yourself. You will be your own daughter again.”
— May 08, 2026 10:13AM
Max
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I felt her hands go up my shirt and under my bra, grabbing my tits as though she were picking apples, clumsily, not sensual.
— May 08, 2026 07:01AM
Max
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My mathematics, no matter how isolating, had given me companionship. In that restricted life I had rules, a border, a system for certainty—even if the very idea of human certitude, within the boundless mystery of existence, was, itself, false. I wanted walls. I wanted them soft and womblike, but I settled for a frigid vault. My mother had helped me build the vault. But now it was my own.
— May 08, 2026 06:15AM
Max
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I wanted to say, Come upstairs with me, please. Just come up with me to my stupid, nothing apartment with its white walls and vacant fridge and bare wood floors and so much emptiness.
Instead, I said, “Good night.”
— May 08, 2026 06:13AM
Instead, I said, “Good night.”
Max
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It seemed significant that the gift was a girly one: a sexy, creamy tool passed from
woman to woman.
— May 04, 2026 09:41PM
woman to woman.
Max
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Maybe this was how normal women made friends with other women. They invited them to do shit like eat in public.
— Apr 30, 2026 10:34AM
Max
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They say the perfect is the enemy of the good, that if you strive for perfection you will overlook the good. But I did not agree. I didn’t like the good. The good was just mediocre. I wanted to go beyond mediocre. I wanted to be exceptional. I did not want to be medium-size. I wanted to be perfect. And by perfect, I meant less.
— Apr 28, 2026 09:57PM
Max
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[…] the heavenly feeling of cleaning each side evenly with my tongue—hardness and softness, sweetness and more sweetness—a prism of beauty on Earth and above it, and me, the me on the ground, nothing but a giant mouth and tongue, eating and eating for nothing, not one thing, except sheer pleasure alone.
— Apr 27, 2026 09:54AM
Max
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But a food-service interaction seemed an inopportune time to say, Hey, any thoughts on a two-state solution?
— Apr 27, 2026 09:50AM
Max
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She moved her body over me so that her face was by my face, her hair brushing against my cheek. She nuzzled my forehead, the tip of my nose, my neck. Then she kissed me very lightly on the lips. There was a pause. Then she kissed me again, this time with her mouth open. Her tongue was in my mouth, tasting for mine like a ripe strawberry.
— Apr 24, 2026 10:04AM
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May 08, 2026 06:19AM
We were two shtetl Jewish women reincarnated, two women who had known each other and been lovers in a past life. I felt that all that had ever happened before was happening right now—and that everything happening right now would happen forever. There was a love that had always existed between women. It would continue to exist. We were propagating that love. It was radiating out my apartment windows, through the city, across the canyons, over the hills, and into the night sky.
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