￼Love, lust, and etsah in the Orange Bubble.
The finale of Princeton's most beautiful no-homo love story
This time last year I was in the Indian Himalayas, spending my days basking in solitude, seeking the serene, the isolated. Before, I had always preferred interaction to isolation. I thrived off of the social, was known as an extrovert. But in the mountains, I found myself turning to meditation, half to reflect and half...
A Weekly Correspondence from your Resident Bros.
The report’s interpretation is not at odds with the Sotomayor speech, but doesn’t fully understand it, either.
Bro, Your top three buttons are lazily unfastened, revealing that burly tuft of black chest hair. One motion, succinct: ball in cup. But when I go for the chest bump, you turn away. What is different? What has changed? Are we not the same two bros who just last week shared a few PBRs over...
The first text I sent you said “love me.” I had met you once, and sent it from your roommate’s phone. You were too cool to play it cool.
Just two bros loving each other the way only bros can; tenderly.
A Weekly Correspondence from your Resident Bros
“Punk culture is very atheistic in a certain way, and I never felt like there was really a place there for my Jewish identity. Maybe to some extent people would be into us, but there might be some difficulty in connecting with the traditional punk audience.”
The author of Redeployment and former member of the Marine Corps talks with the Nassau Weekly about war, narrative, and questions of empathy.