This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
Barbara Hammer, Sanctus, 1990
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Broad Street, Downtown Atlanta
Hellboy by Matías Bergara
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“Picture it, okay? Mardi Gras. New Orleans. Bourbon Street. I’m on college break with my three best childhood friends. Zak is there with his parents. He’s got his mom and dad with him. So it’s two different vibes, but somehow we all end up on the balcony of the same bar. Everyone’s got beads in their hands. We’re all yelling to see boobs. Well, I’m yelling to see boobs. That was just me. But Zak had a perfect mustache. He used to grow it much longer and curl it with wax. And I normally don’t approach people, I’m not that person. But his whole family seemed cute. They didn’t seem like normal New Orleans vacation people. So I was like: ‘Can I take a picture with you?’ Then we ended up adding each other on Snapchat, because that was the thing back then. And we agreed to meet up the next day after his family was done with their gator cruise and I was finished visiting the strip club. That night we walked along the river until the sun came up. I remember doing handstands on the levees. Then at the end we kissed. It was just a kiss because I was leaving early the next morning, and honestly I thought that would be the end of it. I thought for sure I was never going to see this kid again. But we kept talking, and two weeks later I’m taking his virginity in a Las Vegas hotel room. There was something going on with his stomach that day. Right when we finished he went to the bathroom and started throwing up. I called my girlfriend and said: ‘I don’t think he likes me.’ But it’s been love ever since.”
I told my therapist about a connection I made around what I’ve been feeling and how I’ve been behaving. We were talking about a variety of things, and we weren’t able to get to my connection before our time was up. And because of my schedule, it will be more than a month before my next therapy session. So now I’m sitting with this connection for the next five weeks, and I don’t know what to do with it. I’ve diagnosed the wound but I have to wait a while to learn how to heal it. And in the meantime I’m just trying to be gentle with it so I don’t make things worse.
you and me both, charlene
Maybe he’s born with it. Maybe it’s ✨clinical depression✨
How long will I search? All I know is that one day the search will end, whether I’ve found anything or not.
There are no detours.
Bought my flight ticket to Iceland yesterday. Less than a month until my first trip out of the country since 2019.
Danger Street #9 might be the best single issue I’ve read in a long time. This single issue is unlike any other I’ve read in all my years reading comics. This issue and series should be strong contenders for the Eisner Awards next year.
witchy lo-fi season is here 🖤🍂