Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll always save myself for you.”

My motto is: If I have to suck someone dry every few

LMAOOOOO THIS IS TOO FUNNY BUT VALID

weeks, why not make it a Goldman Sachs executive?

Fuck this. I’m not dealing with the mood swings of an adolescent. I’m moving.

“I know your smell. I know your skin. Your hair. It’s all familiar. I have it all memorized. And I dream of you—of this. So many dreams, all so different, we must have done it a million times, in a million different ways. Tell me what you’re hiding from me, let’s get this over with, and then let’s do it a million more times.”

lives run invisibly. Undetected by most. And when a person comes along who sees those lives for what they are, who acknowledges their reality, who reminds people that there is value in different ways of existing . . . A minute of that is worth more than a thousand nights with a lover. Wouldn’t you agree?”

I’ll smile and think to myself, Weird. But weirder things have happened.