"Rudolph! Are you coming? We're going to be late..." "I'm coming, Mom. Where are we going?" "We're going to visit Mara the Witch." Rudolph stuck his nose out of the bushes, glanced at the vast ... [+]
How I Learned to Stay Alive
This story contains adult themes and is not appropriate for young or sensitive readers.I met Sarkas at a club called Pose. Rolling on molly, eager to swallow the world, dancing with our hips and mouths pressed together before I even knew his name. Light ricocheted off sweat-slick skin and sticky concrete. I felt driven to pieces by this light, my skin turning to beads of glass like the car window I smashed back in North Carolina before I escaped to this small, cold country, halfway around the world.A go-go dancer walked by, naked except for a harness holding a bowl of lollipops and condoms, hi