This is what my world had come to.
PROFILE BY RICHARD RISEMBERG 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87
I wondered why we’d bothered leaving the house. We were sitting at right angles to each other, supposedly the most intimate position. But that doesn’t work unless you actually look at the other person. I was doing all the looking, or at least all the looking that wasn’t directed at product from some startup trying to hook enough eyeballs so that it could pimp itself to a media conglomerate’s shareholders.
All the girls knew your
Asian putz was smaller.
HALF-FOOT HEROES BY BEN UMAYAM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87
At the age of 13, a typical pubescent Filipino boy, I was obsessed with my inadequacy in the penis department. I was taught the Asian Myth. Asians have minuscule members. The other guys and all the girls knew your Asian putz was smaller.
Not only sadness but love and joy.
HEART ON ICE BY UTE CARSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87
“How many more deaths can we bear?” my grandmother sighed. I thought so too and asked if life was like this, “Always sadness and tears?” My grandmother had no immediate answer but held me tight. After a long pause she said, “No child, what we have between us is not only sadness but love and joy.”
Down in the city they got it.
BLUE CORN PANCAKES BY WILLIAM HUHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87
only school buses put chains on these days but schools all closed