More Thoughts on Vanity, and the Genuineness of Character

In a recent post I entered a wrestling match with vanity. There was no victor. Vanity is strange, because while the word conjures up a distinct state of constant self-assessment in regards to our outward appearances, it could potentially weigh constantly on our relations to others in myriad ways. Vanity also raises a lot of… More More Thoughts on Vanity, and the Genuineness of Character

“I’ve never been to San Francisco.” Beth stands awkwardly on the steps outside her apartment, a fourth floor walk-up somewhere in Manhattan that she shares with three other girls and a guy but still pays too much in rent, looking kind of downward and sidelong at the homeless man asking her to elope to the… More BDSM – A short story