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Last Minute Gift Ideas
For music fans with questionable taste. Prince Perfume, this is what it smells like when doves cry. The Chemical Romance prom jacket by Hurley (nee Nike). Metallica light switch plate and Kiss caskets...
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It’s Saturday morning and you know what that means. It means I need a drink.Two gun puns in the title? Come on, y’all.I’m with Sadie here: what kind of couples do this to each other?Rush Limbaugh wants...
View ArticleYou’re Just a Sinner I Am Told: Prince & the Sexual Revolution
I wanted to have sex, to lovefuck, to sweat, open, close, get fucked, taste and kiss and lick, and I wanted to dance.I was sixteen. I had a beautiful, kinky, experienced boyfriend. D. was nineteen, an...
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Sound & Vision #21: Tim Barnes
Welcome back to Sound & Vision, the Rumpus profile series that spotlights the creative talents of those working behind the scenes in the music industry. In this installment I’m delighted to be...
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How I Lost My Memory
It started with a kiss. In early 1987 my first wife’s lips lingered in a long goodbye on those of a close male friend as I emerged from the bedroom with two winter coats, one his, one his wife’s. As...
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The Tongue Goes
I learned to fear breasts from Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. One eye lensed in blue plastic, the other in red, I ducked their pendulous trajectory toward my cardboard 3D glasses and prayed for B-cups....
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The Proustian Wilbur Bud
According to my well-thumbed copy of A Writer’s Reference, which I’ve consulted since the twelfth grade, there are a handful of verb tenses: present, past, and future, with simple, perfect, and...
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