Sunday, January 3, 2016

This is what I mean by intimacy:  

Imagine we are old friends.  We run into each other on the subway. We make our way toward one another through the car. As you go in for a handshake, I grip my right pant leg just below the knee and pull it up, exposing my ankle. I am wearing hot pink socks with black and white skunks on them. I lean in close and whisper into your ear, "I bought these socks at the Sock Man on St. Marks for $6."  We both blush. When it's working properly, the slide show feels something like this.

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