February 2012
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What I Want
The first time I kissed D he was single and it was a perfectly acceptable thing to do; a couple of months later he got back together with an ex-girlfriend and we couldn’t quite stop kissing, spending long afternoons and late evenings together, texting “I’ll miss you” when faced with separations of more than a few days. To say we had an affair makes it sound like we planned it out, or at least...
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The Hollywood where I grew up is a very different one from my father’s version.
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The pleasure of moving through this ritual of set... →
Maria Bustillos nails my love of genre fiction (and soapy, plotty television) in one.
