Polly had always loved Regent Street. Didn’t care about the acrid aftertaste of the air, or the smell of burnt coffee, or the way people would shove her out of their path. She just loved the street. Mia – not so much. But she did love the way that Polly’s face lit up as she […]Read more "another lonely lesbian love story"
(Disclaimer: the beliefs held in this piece are all fictitious, and are in no way my beliefs.) Today I looked into the yawning mouth of the abyss and saw the face of God. And I was turned away. Turned away by the Almighty, the Forgiver, the Father, he who must not be named- wait, scratch that, […]Read more "A Memorable Encounter"