When the world is on fire, and bees want to give you smallpox, and aliens are rummaging around your womb, sometimes there is one person who you can come to trust completely.

How heartbreaking that my friends have scattered themselves across the country, the world, so we not only do not live together, but do not even share the same weather, the same time.

I put my shirt back on, because maybe everything just winds up terrible in the end and there’s no point at all and we couldn’t possibly fuck with all that tragedy watching over us, could we?

The absurdity of how my world seemed to be ending just months ago, and yet, here I am, in this new, ordinary place, and quite happy.

But it was undercover-earnest, too. It was sweet and it was dumb and I could not have loved that blanket more.

Because when Tracy shakes her head, when she considers going inside with Dex, when she says she hasn’t forgotten, she is talking about everything that has passed between them. She is saying that she would like to come in, but she remembers, she remembers, she remembers the past, the hurt of it, and the caution it taught her, and so she can’t. Even

But now, years later, I’m still here, doing the bee skits. It’s Funnyman’s longest-recurring gag. And I find myself wondering: But will I ever celebrate my sixtieth wedding anniversary like my grandparents? Will I ever be young and beautiful and pregnant by the sea? I will not, I will not, I will not. Many futures are possible but these particular

I felt like maybe it was possible to have drawn your perfect house, all the rooms and animals and friends, and when there was no more room, to take out a second sheet of paper. To draw a tunnel, linking your old life to the new one. Maybe this new life could expand the one I’d built, with my friends and my families, but not replace it. Maybe good

I am making peace with my tits. I am finding ways for lovers to touch and squeeze them that make me pleased they are still here. I am marking my body with tattoos and putting little gold rings in my nose and golden beads in my ears because they please me, and I do not care what some imaginary someone might think of them. And maybe someday I will be