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Fast Food, Faster Judgments, and the Full-Time Hustle of Love

There’s something mildly dystopian and wildly romantic about the fact that Matthew and I have become part-time food couriers in a town where Texas Roadhouse still considers itself haute cuisine. Uber Eats. DoorDash. Roadside therapy with a side of queso. When he got to Abilene, we knew we wanted time together. And we knew we
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I Kissed a Boy, Then Questioned Everything: A Monogamous Gay’s Guide to Reality TV, Respectability, and the Right to Be a Slut

Matthew and I started watching I Kissed A Boy the other night. That’s the sentence. That’s the scandal. The gays finally got their own dating show, and we were ready to indulge—rosé in hand, eyes narrowed, snacks half-forgotten. The premise? Twelve single gay men are paired based on “compatibility,” shipped to a sun-drenched Italian villa,
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To the Moon, With Malice: Sean Duffy, Space Nukes, and the Bold American Tradition of Saying “Oops” in Orbit

Because nothing says “we’ve got this under control” like a man best known for The Real World: Boston now overseeing the launch of a nuclear reactor on the moon, Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy—yes, that Sean Duffy—is expected to announce new directives to fast-track lunar radiation and orbital real estate development in what experts are calling
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The Earth Is Already Trying to Leave My Birthday Early

Because of course it is. Sometime in the next 24 hours, Earth is projected to complete one of its fastest full rotations in recorded history—shaving off just enough time to make my birthday the second shortest day… ever. Scientists call it a freak geophysical acceleration. I call it emotionally resonant. The Earth hasn’t even done
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Move Over, The Notebook—My Boyfriend Moved to a Shithole For Me

Romeo drank poison for love.Jack froze to death in the North Atlantic.Allie gave up wealth and status for Noah’s sweaty carpentry chest. And Matthew?Matthew moved to Abilene, Texas. And that, dear reader, is what we call a real-ass love story. Let’s be honest—every great romance needs a setting.Pride and Prejudice had the English countryside.When Harry




