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Michelle Tea
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Rumpus Exclusive: “Pigeon Manifesto”
The revolution will begin at your curb, in the shallow pool of shade that is your gutter.
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Letter from Paris, Parts 11–12: The Final Chapters
I love Paris. I love Paris I love Paris I love Paris.
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Letter from Paris, Part 9: Now, Here Was Paris
We pass a well, a perfectly round mouth in the stone where all this blue water spills out.
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Letter from Paris, Part 8: Nazis in the Catacombs
The water isn’t as cold as I’d imagined, and it isn’t dirty.
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Letters from Paris, Part 7: Goodbye to Sex in the Catacombs
We walk the Parisian streets until we reach Kay’s car, parked on a residential corner near the fence we’ll be climbing.
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Letters from Paris, Part 6: We Won’t Be Entering via Manholes Tonight
Oh well. C’est La Vie, I say brightly, always thrilled to remember something French.
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Letter from Paris, Part 5: No One Sleeps Alone, Okay?
If anyone gets up to sleep in the other room, someone has to go with them. No one sleeps alone, okay? Judy declares.
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Letter from Paris, Part 4: We Would Like to Have a Sex Party
You’re going to fuck a Christmas tree tonight! Judy cheers.
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Letter from Paris, Part 3: Kissing on Furniture
After kissing on furniture I later learn from Wet is intensely germ-ridden, I followed Antoine up the curving, wrought-iron staircase and out into the street.

