A random obituary to Pink

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by Gesa

 

The day Pink was born there was no sunshine. On her birthday it was certain that she would leave the world she was just brought into within the following 180 days. Before her birth she was damned to die by the butcher. She was never to see daylight, or rain, or night. All she saw and felt were her siblings, the teats of her mother and the warmth of the red light nurturing her. Her only purpose in life was to gain 220lbs. Continue reading

This Is It…

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by Meg

I flip through the hangers in my closet, looking for my tight-in-all-the-right-places black dress. Sure I could wear one of my ten other black dresses but I want the perfect dress for tonight. Tonight is likely the biggest night of my life. I’m going to take a million selfies and I need to look radiant in every one of them. I need to rub this in Christie Abrams smug face – her taunts that I would “die alone” would be proven wrong tonight.

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Dare

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by Laura Gene

It was Halloween on Cedar Springs, affectionately known to locals as the ‘gay’-borhood. The annual parade of characters sashayed/ rolled/ carted/ skated/ teetered down the police-barricaded three-block strip in Oaklawn every October. Attendance was mandatory for any person residing in Dallas for more than six months. The parade had become popular, like really popular. Perhaps too popular. Parents with koala-kid appendages didn’t even bother to dress up for the occasion; their participation limited to pointing and gawking and being dusted with fairy glitter from colorful, winged passersby. It was equally a showcase of ingenious creativity and a visual cornucopia of flamboyant base humor.

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Blissful Thinking

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by Melissa

Disclaimer: the content of this post may be disturbing to some readers.

My girlfriend’s been having this recurring dream. It’s been going on ever since she took on a new caseload, a twelve year old girl, repeatedly forced to suck boys’ dicks in succession. Kids call it a line-up. Perhaps Emma shouldn’t tell me details but I’m her girlfriend and she needs to offload. The recession cuts in social work, in everything, but especially in her field means there is little in the way of real supervision. That’s why so many social workers burn out within five years. They call it compassion fatigue.

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Too Good to Be True

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by Kat

 

** Must See to Believe! San Francisco Studio Available for Rent**

One year lease, no sublet, Airbnb negotiable. Location divulged upon SERIOUS REQUEST ONLY.

This bespoke micro-studio is situated directly underground; talk about a space saver! Conveniently multi-purpose, you can use this charming catch-all dwelling as a room for unattractive guests, kimchi fermentation, mole breeding, eating solo takeaway dinners, crying into wine bottles or being haunted by the sounds of your own thoughts against the backdrop of audible silence. Minimally furnished, we believe the property was once owned by a premier amateur single-ring gymnast, but are still awaiting the conclusion of the autopsy report. Continue reading