As she plods away, I beg her not to worry, assuring her that us tweakers look out for one another like a family, how I’ve never experienced anything like it. Community is what I’ve been searching for my entire adult life. But as the words leave my lips, I wonder if I’m projecting a utopia onto a culture that in fact represents the antithesis of unity, that maybe we’re drawn to one another over shared traumas and a need to forget how we’ve always felt misplaced. A profusion of sex can easily be mistaken as love to anyone who’s never learned the difference.
