I
have had sex in a public bathroom, only it happened with my live-in boyfriend
in between tequila shots at a local bar. Why didn’t we just run the half a
block home for a quickie, you ask? It was probably something to do with the
tequila, and something to do with thrill-seeking desire when you’re in a stuck-in-a-rut
relationship. Needless to say, we got our thrill, but it was certainly nothing like Stephen Elliot’s...
"Hit me," I said. Or I might have said,
"Hurt me" or something else. But whatever I said was lost in the
fabric; she didn't hear me right. She thought I said "Choke me" and
gripped my throat, squeezing my windpipe shut. My breath was gone and I saw
stars as she pulled on me frantically.
Dive into Elliot’s personal essay
Bad
Education and take a peek into the kind of life all us desk jobbers secretly
fantasize about, from living in your car, to wandering the country aimlessly
and ending up in a place too perfect-looking to be an accident…
— Alexandra Godfrey
