Writer: Kim Magowan

Bonnie McCorkle

Bonnie McCorkle

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Her virginity, such a fetishized thing when I had known her, something proudly and literally brandished had now become how so many others, including myself, had regarded our virginity: cumbersome, something to divest.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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I think of that line Carrie Fisher says in When Harry Met Sally, when her character (Marie) is trying to persuade her boyfriend to get rid of his wagon wheel coffee table: “Everyone thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor. But not everyone can possibly have good taste and a sense of humor.”more

The Hardest Thing

The Hardest Thing

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The last time I saw my father, he was weak but not in severe pain. It was a wealthy form of hospice; he was sitting up in one of his fancy, overstuffed, silk-upholstered armchairs. He told me that the hardest thing about dying was that he couldn’t sleep at night, and I remember feeling surprised—wouldn’tmore

I Hope You Know I Love You, Even Though

I Hope You Know I Love You, Even Though

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…even though you like to win; even though you tricked me, telling me it would just be the two of us, but when we got to the restaurant, Georgia was there (and though it was the first time I ever saw her, I recognized her, her smile as sharp as a hook)…more

Stranger

Stranger

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After we had been dating nine months, Mark and I were in New Orleans visiting his friends. We were playing a game similar to that old television show The Newlyweds: to win, you accurately anticipated the other players’ answers, knowing how they would characterize themselves. One of the questions was. “How many people know youmore

Surfaces

Surfaces

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“My ex-girlfriend Amy-Rose said to me once, ‘You only like me because I’m pretty.’ She wasn’t wrong, though I could’ve retorted, ‘You only like me because I play guitar and have a car.’ A shitty car, but still. Instead I said, ‘Man, you have such a huge ego.'”more

Fitting

Fitting

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I love Rachel, but after fourteen years together and two children, sex isn’t the same. Being inside her feels like inserting a finger in a nostril. Where I used to feel the grip of her, I’m aware of empty space. And none of my solutions work: sticking pillows under her, though Rachel claims she feelsmore