She never needed anyone to get her round the track But when she's on her back She had the knowledge To get her into college But when she's on her back She had the knowledge To get her what she wanted
Christopher, this was quite a ride—and I mean that literally and stylistically.
What struck me most was the sheer velocity of the writing. The date, the tow truck, the police precinct, the subway, MoMA, East Harlem, desire, danger, race, class, addiction, violence, tenderness—everything comes rushing through the same consciousness, and somehow, beneath all that apparent chaos, there is a remarkably clear emotional thread.
For me, that thread was the possibility of change. Amid everything else, the line “I am going to change my life, I am going to be the kind of person that belongs in a bed this soft” stopped me. And later, “I just want to be my own.” Those moments reveal something unexpectedly vulnerable beneath the bravado and the manic energy of the narration.
I’m happily subscribing because this doesn’t read like writing that has been carefully arranged for a reader’s approval. It feels lived, remembered, spilled, and somehow wrestled into literature. I’m curious to see where that voice goes next.
I write atmospheric fiction, satire, history, geopolitics, society, and their occasional absurdities at The Reflective State. If curiosity ever leads you there, I’d be delighted to have you read some of my work and share your thoughts.
Very glad I stumbled across your writing, Christopher. There is certainly nothing predictable about it.
Your writing is so much fun. And I personally fucking happen to *like* your default persona. And your pharmaceutical-free situational awaremess to boot.
Just realised you recycle the same photographs. No wonder, they’re great and deserve to stay in circulation. “One hard as nails and the other sweet as buttered corn, I felt like we’d interrupted some intense lesbian psychodrama.” - exactly one of the reasons I enjoy reading you x
"her body is perfectly tanned, like a cacao bean poured into a 26 year old girl and then shaken only slightly" I have yet to find a proper simile for the beauty in darkskin & yet here it is
You the 4th of July at Fort Worth. O, O, O, the explosive glory of male blunder and story, female hair and its inevitable lovely apercu.
INEVITABLY LOVELY
Christopher, this was quite a ride—and I mean that literally and stylistically.
What struck me most was the sheer velocity of the writing. The date, the tow truck, the police precinct, the subway, MoMA, East Harlem, desire, danger, race, class, addiction, violence, tenderness—everything comes rushing through the same consciousness, and somehow, beneath all that apparent chaos, there is a remarkably clear emotional thread.
For me, that thread was the possibility of change. Amid everything else, the line “I am going to change my life, I am going to be the kind of person that belongs in a bed this soft” stopped me. And later, “I just want to be my own.” Those moments reveal something unexpectedly vulnerable beneath the bravado and the manic energy of the narration.
I’m happily subscribing because this doesn’t read like writing that has been carefully arranged for a reader’s approval. It feels lived, remembered, spilled, and somehow wrestled into literature. I’m curious to see where that voice goes next.
I write atmospheric fiction, satire, history, geopolitics, society, and their occasional absurdities at The Reflective State. If curiosity ever leads you there, I’d be delighted to have you read some of my work and share your thoughts.
Very glad I stumbled across your writing, Christopher. There is certainly nothing predictable about it.
Your writing is so much fun. And I personally fucking happen to *like* your default persona. And your pharmaceutical-free situational awaremess to boot.
Just realised you recycle the same photographs. No wonder, they’re great and deserve to stay in circulation. “One hard as nails and the other sweet as buttered corn, I felt like we’d interrupted some intense lesbian psychodrama.” - exactly one of the reasons I enjoy reading you x
"her body is perfectly tanned, like a cacao bean poured into a 26 year old girl and then shaken only slightly" I have yet to find a proper simile for the beauty in darkskin & yet here it is