Author Archive: R. Chase
All My Exes Text Me From Texas
My muscles ache, sweat drips from my brow, and my fingers twitch. Am I crazy? Do I have PTSD? Why does every minute tick by, in fear, as I stare at my phone, terrified of what comes next? I’m living a Pavlovian nightmare, every time I hear it buzz my heart skips a beat.
The L Word
In the Supreme Court case Jacobellis vs. Ohio, 1964, Justice Potter Stewart was pressed to define pornography. He answered that he could never intelligibly do so, but, he said, “I know it when I see it.”
Into The Abyss
In the final chapter of psychedelic guru Carlos Castenada’s fourth book, he is confronted with a cliff, beyond which spans an abyss. His Yaqui Indian teacher, Don Juan Matus, instructs him to leap off the edge, with no assurance of survival or outcome.
Bachelor To Boyfriend
There is something inherently tragic about a man with good taste and bad discretion.
The Darwinism Of Dating
The Yao People of South Africa believed that taking a photograph of a person could steal his or her soul.
The High School Reunion
There’s something gratifying about kindling a flame with the embers of an old crush. It’s a vindication of the humiliation endured in that paper shredder of the ego called “high school.”
Skinny Jeans Have No Mercy
I’m going on a date. I think her name is Susan, but let’s call her Jessica. And why not? I always liked that name. Tonight it’s not important.
The Rejectionist
In the siege of Leningrad, 1944, people ate their own shoes. During the Great Depression, people ate the paste from book bindings. The Donner Party ate each other. Starvation is a cruel mistress.
Hey Dude, Is That Your Girlfriend?
Scientists say that in times of extreme stress, your perception of time slows down.
