August 16, 2011 by markstani
This is a great, painful, fractured, funny book. You can get an e-book version ridiculously cheap here.
When I was fifteen years old, I had a suitcase full of porn. It was greenish blue – the aged colour of flat turquoise. Square and heavy. Two metal latches kept it shut. Two buttons popped the latches. I kept it in the back of the closet, behind the clothes, and next to another suitcase that didn’t match. We were a poor family without nice things.