2009: girl, last night was a think piece
A tale of guilt, undles, friendship and god. By Greta Doyle It was 10pm and I was vibing out in the bathtub of my apartment, watching family...| cntmagazine.blogspot.com
June 14., 2023 holds major significance to Julia. Holding onto the fence, sullenly looking away at a venue that's left her behind, she stand...| cntmagazine.blogspot.com
At around 5:30 a.m., a dozen or so beers and two viles deep, I realized I was having trouble holding in my pee. See, the problem with Berlin is that they don’t have toilet seats to sit on at the club. Not that I would recommend ever sitting on them unless you're piss drunk to the point where you can’t see. I was teetering on that. I’d try to hover, gripping my skirt to avoid pee staining it, just low enough that it wouldn’t trickle down my legs into my boots. | 2009
Still from Please Love Me, Courtesy of Sebastianis| 2009
What do you get when you do a bump of 4mmc and a four-day — scratch that — month-long Pride bender? A trip to Trillium Hospital because your hypochondriac mother thinks blood in your phlegm is a major concern. I now, for the second time, own an inhaler. | 2009
★ All photos courtesy of Strangers Club| 2009
A tale of guilt, undles, friendship and god.| 2009
Let me tell you something I learned last year in the middle of Bushwick; ecstasy doesn't do shit. It felt real good for about 30 minutes until it wore off. By minute 31, it was reminiscent of the last hours of what was my personal 9/11; the two tabs of acid mixed with champagne, ketamine and blow that dropped my cognitive functions to an all-time low on New Year's Eve. | 2009
“Ugh, I hate 3mmc, it makes you smell like cat piss!” B told me a couple of days after I got back. I should’ve stayed in my piss soaked mini skirt, what did it even matter? I was even told at Bowie about Berghain's piss hole that we completely missed. “There’s a hole in the ground that goes straight into someone's mouth.” The Piss Goblin? Fuck. I would’ve been terrible at it, considering my aim.| cntmagazine.blogspot.com
A tale of guilt, undles, friendship and god. By Greta Doyle It was 10pm and I was vibing out in the bathtub of my apartment, watching family...| cntmagazine.blogspot.com
