Frances JessFrom Disordered Eating to Triumphal Mash(Or, The Whys and Wherefores of a Sixty Hour Fast)Mar 19, 2020Mar 19, 2020
Frances JessSomething Inside Me Just Wants a Wife Named Sarah(or, a Journey Through Lesbianism With Someone Who Keeps a Summer Home on the Coast)Mar 18, 2020Mar 18, 2020
Frances JessFrom Contretemps to Cataclysm: Some Thoughts on Coronavirus, Daniel Defoe, Toilet Paper, and…(Or, Spoilers Below)Mar 17, 2020Mar 17, 2020
Frances JessGoing Freelance When You’ve Failed At It Before(Or, The Fear of The Known)Mar 14, 2020Mar 14, 2020
Frances JessThe Wan Spectre of Cunnilingus, Sat Meekly on a Stool in a Dark Corner at the Far Side of the Room(Or, When Men Don’t Aspire To Lick Cunt)Mar 13, 2020Mar 13, 2020
Frances JessStared Down By Big Joy(Or, On Not Being Sure If My Own Happiness Is A Self-Perpetuating Lie)Mar 12, 2020Mar 12, 2020
Frances JessA Short Relationship With a Widowed Man(Or, Some of The Ways in Which Love Never Dies.)Mar 6, 2020Mar 6, 2020
Frances JessWe’re Not Racist. We’re Just Not A Lot Of Fun.(Or, How Meghan Tried The Duchess Thing, Didn’t Much Like It, And Quit)Jan 20, 2020Jan 20, 2020
Frances JessThe Symbiotic Intimacy of Sex and Violence(Or, How Does It Come To This?)Nov 30, 2019Nov 30, 2019