I’ll never forget it, how he showed me around our first place like he was introducing me to myself: This is the wine you’ll drink, where you’ll keep your clothes, we vacation here, this is the other language we’ll speak, you’ll learn it, and I did. Adulthood seemed a series of exhausting obligations. But his logistics ran so smoothly that he simply tacked mine on. I moved into his flat, onto his level, drag and drop, cleaner thrice a week, bills automatic.
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As a single, older man, I found this essay both beautifully written and insightful. Thank-you!
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This is an excellent essay, and it’s shocking to see how hatefully it is derided and how many people are in denial of the reality the essay bravely takes on. In terms of mating,
As someone who studied writing in undergrad and then went on to not write anything of note, I find the ubiquity of this sort of vapid personal essay depressing.
close enough
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Is it still captivity if you never put together that you’re being held captive?
That comment section is exactly why Manhunt should be considered reading theory.
As someone who studied writing in undergrad and then went on to not write anything of note, I find the ubiquity of this sort of vapid personal essay depressing.