Lez Try It: Sword Fighting á la Lost and Delirious
When I got to the sword fighting gym, I immediately felt out of place in the way that being the only lesbian in a room full of men holding swords can make you feel.
When I got to the sword fighting gym, I immediately felt out of place in the way that being the only lesbian in a room full of men holding swords can make you feel.
My brain had already collapsed into a slowly simmering stew of anxiety and despair — finally perfect, I thought, for an Hours-themed column.
Good lord, this meal is for rich people. Every component of the dish is velvety and smooth; there is no texture, no croutons of hardship, no chili flakes of poverty.