I loathe being touched. By anyone.

I hate it when they hug me. I freeze.

It is a deep flaw within me. I have been battered around enough to see intimacy as a real threat. I have tried to shake it. It will not be undone.

They turn toward one another. This is a good thing. It is a gravitas that will follow them all of their lives.

I just finished writing a piece on education for the New York Times. My voice is rarely tolerated. It is never embraced.

I feel pretty safe having our work on Format and Twitter. No one gives a fuck. That indifference is an attribute. It is not a liability. You can criticize what we do with as much hatred as you want to employ. It just has no effect on us.

Hugging me is like hugging a fence post. Go hug your boyfriend. He needs you.