Jailbait, by Zelly Martin
Artwork by Marilyn Minter
S he met Jack at a party her stepmom was throwing for her dad. She was sitting alone in the corner, bored, when Jack sat next to her. He was wearing a suit without a tie and nice shoes. His eyes were a deep, obvious blue, like hers, and his hair was light brown. He looked young and tan and handsome.
They talked for 20 minutes on the couch, and by the phone after that. He was helping her with the SAT. When she got a 1400 on a practice test, he took her to dinner. He ordered mussels. When she said she had never had them, he plucked one from its shell, swirled it around in the bowl, and held the fork across the table. She thought about leaning forward and eating it off his fork, but instead took the fork from him.
“You know, I tried out for cheerleading in middle school.”
“Really?” Jack said.
“Mmhmm.” Marie nodded and sat up in her chair. “I didn’t make it the first year, so I never tried out again. I really regret that. I don’t think I’m really the cheerleader type.”
Jack insisted they share a dessert, and outside he opened the door for her. They got in his car, and she flipped through the stations until she found a Biggie Smalls mash-up.
When Marie and Jack pulled up in front of Marie’s house, Jack turned to look at her. She was sitting in the passenger seat with a cigarette between her fingers, her bare feet on the seat.
“You remind me of a little kid,” he said.
“A little smoking kid.”
Marie exhaled. She said, “Wanna come in for a second?”
Gay Rights in Russia — Moscow, June 11, 2013
(Photos by Maxim Shemetov/Reuters)
1. A radical Orthodox believer (R) throws an egg at gay rights activists during a protest against a proposed new law termed by the State Duma as “against advocating the rejection of traditional family values” in central Moscow June 11, 2013.
2. Gay rights activists shout slogans from a police van after being detained during a protest against a proposed new law termed by the State Duma, the lower house of Parliament, as “against advocating the rejection of traditional family values” in central Moscow June 11, 2013.
3. Youths kick a gay rights activist during a protest against a proposed new law termed by the State Duma, the lower house of Parliament, as “against advocating the rejection of traditional family values” in central Moscow June 11, 2013. Activists say the bill, backed by Russian President Vladimir Putin’s allies in parliament, would prohibit all gay-rights rallies and fear it is fuelling violence against gays. Russian authorities say two recent murders were motivated by homophobia.
Nico Jesse (1911 - 1976)
A compilation of David Letterman asking drummers if their drums are theirs or rented and then complimenting them on said drums. Extremely weird and funny little inside joke with himself.
this is fantastic and the funniest thing i’ve ever seen.
“It was originally intended as four separate pieces to be run in four successive weeks. One of the problems in handling it serially was that of giving enough clues in the second installment about what had happened in the first so that the reader who hadn’t read the first would be able to pick up on it. But not so much as to stop someone who had read the first from wanting to read the second. That difficulty led Shawn finally one day to say, ‘Look, we just can’t, we’ll have to do this all in one week.’ He took the idea to Ross, who a few days later called me and said that he wanted to give an entire issue to the account. So we then went back and untangled it all—made it consecutive, for one issue.”
—John Hersey, on the design of Hiroshima, which eventually took up a whole issue of The New Yorker.
Image via Vintage Books & Anchor Books. The handwriting reads: “The crux of the matter is whether total war in its present form is justifiable, even when it serves a just purpose. Does it not have material and spiritual evil as its consequences which far exceed whatever good might result? When will our moralists give us an answer to this question?”
Such a fantastic account.
There’s so much art
there’s so much music
there’re so many films
there’s so many books
(insert “good” as appropriate)
I am also happy.
I just wish that my life could exist outside of the constraints of such petty things as “money” and “addiction.”
I am happy. I am spectacularly happy. I don’t think I’ve been this elated, this raised, this skyborn since I was five years old running around kindergarten recess. And it’s not for any one component, it’s for everything. It’s for finally realizing, about a month ago, that I didn’t suck. That I wasn’t a shithead. That I had a level of intrinsic value that I might offer not just to myself, but to the world. Self-love? Contentedness. I like where my life is going. I like that others can love me, and I can believe it, and I can love them and myself.
I can look at my life on paper (as a great man often says), and be proud. I’ve gone from nothing—from near-suicidal rock-bottom (which was only, what, 4 or 5 years ago?), from loss, from hatred, from angst, from ennui—and now I can see my dreams. I can see them as achievable! I can see myself reaching them surrounded by wonderful people!!
I feel a bit better now.
Though sleeps still eludes me.
I think I’ll say fuck it, buy a pack, try to make it last. Maybe try to finish that Faulkner book I haven’t picked up in about two weeks because I’ve been too surrounded by good friends and a better lover.