So instead of talking we
watch these freaky new
Shygirl videos. Nothing
but a drippy sexualized
opening and closing set
of lips, obvy hers, and
the noise. The original.
Why does it sometimes
feel like such a relief when
heroes disappoint? It’s like
catching a breath when your
heart’s racing, or tripping on
the sidewalk in front of your
apartment, almost home,
almost made it, and you’ve
got to go so bad.
