Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.

My brain goes very easily into the darkness. It always has. There are people who like to see what's under the rock and people who don't, and for some reason I've always been one of those to say, 'Hey, let's flip over that rock.'

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.