Perverted Youth and a Tub of Vaseline

I was an odd child, a peculiar ball of fat and undeveloped bones, with dark black eyes. Staring into those empty obsidian irises was like looking at the end of the universe and having the realization that God is totally ambivalent towards us. Though I didn’t do anything truly obscure as a child, I was … Continue reading Perverted Youth and a Tub of Vaseline