Rumpus

Thanks to my writing buddies at Hostel Tuesdays, I discovered The Rumpus.

And I love it. Especially Stephen Elliot’s Daily Rumpus emails, excerpt below.

So yes, I was looking at stills and wondering how long could this continue. Like, once I was in love with a woman who was a professional dominatrix at the same time I was dating someone who wanted to be a dominatrix. The woman I was dating was very well-off and she suggested I see a dominatrix. She would pay for it and be there to watch. I said, I know just the person. You see, the woman I was dating paid $600 for me to be with the woman I loved. Though “loved” is probably the wrong word. I liked her a lot; I was absurdly attracted to her. This paragraph is filled with wrong words. It’s complicated. What I’m getting at is that after that the three of us would hang out together and all I could think was that I needed to keep this going as long as possible, which turned out to be about two or three weeks.

That’s how I felt looking at the stills. I just want to keep this going as long as possible. This is as good as it gets. I felt that looking at the actress, her hair strangely perfect, the blue wall behind her like the ocean on its side.

Oh yeah, and I also love their mugs.