At one point while reading Miranda July’s new novel All Fours I experienced a feeling I have not felt in many years: longing, longing for the bright light of pure beauty, of pure aesthetic experience, that kind of gazing on the naked flesh of someone you know will bring you only ruin. It seems there is a phrase for this exact feeling and it is “down bad…
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