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“WE NEED MORE WOMEN PRIESTS! a billboard declares a few miles outside of Buffalo, a new cursed addition to a folder in my Google Drive called 'feminism except not really.”
― Jamie Loftus, Raw Dog: The Naked Truth About Hot Dogs

“Reader, it gives me no pleasure to inform you that behind me was a floor-to-ceiling display, museum, of Tony Packo’s–branded gender pickles—and no, not those gender pickles. There is a second brand of gender pickles, and they are even hornier. It absolutely wrenches my guts to let you know that after ordering the Hungarian hot dog, which I will foreshadow is terrific, I carefully inspected every aggressively anthropomorphized heterosexual pickle, pepper, sausage, and tomato. It makes me sick to know it is my duty as the sole chronicler of This Sort of Thing to disclose what I have learned. It feels awful to share that there appears to be a storyline to this wall of pickles and mustard, a love story I will retell as faithfully as possible. With deepest regrets, this is the story of how the Tony Packo’s pickle and the Tony Packo’s pepper fucked each other and had a baby.”
― Jamie Loftus, Raw Dog: The Naked Truth About Hot Dogs

“To survive we must simply live. To love, we must love hard.”
― Abby Maslin, Love You Hard: A Memoir of Marriage, Brain Injury, and Reinventing Love

“When we show a friend a city one has already visited, we feel the same pride as when we point out a woman whose lover we have been.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo