I don’t have a tattoo. It’s wild in New York to say that. Even worse? I don’t have any piercings. None. Not even my ears. So a part of me, and god this is foolish, always feels like a virgin. The other parts of me just feel afraid. Not of pain, no-no, nor of some made up Jewish law, but of permanence. There is nothing I fear most.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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