This city, it reeks of you; every place I go, the smell of you fills my nostrils, pulsates, like a heart beneath the floorboards, with your ghosts. A teenage boy with a mountain bike waits at the cros
As with most holidays, I find Valentine's Day to be painfully commercialistic, such that many of the modes through which we are encouraged to celebrate the spirit of the day are, regrettably, contrive
Many of us will be familiar with the "poophole loophole," the phenomenon of Christian teens who substitute anal sex for vaginal sex, the logic being that, so long as the hymen remains intact, so does