Rumpus Original Fiction: What Kind of Love Is That?
Nothing in Texas came easy.
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Posts Tagged: love
A Travel Guide to the City of Ghosts
Standing alone before the house, I think: love can be a sad, strange thing.
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Between Bodies: The Undressing by Li-Young Lee
Yet the backyard cannot exist without the intimacy of the bedroom.
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What Sustains Me
In my marriage, food was love. And control. And coercion. And apologies.
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Inborn Autistic Disturbances of Affective Contact
Maybe you were whistling before you could talk, too.
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A Façade of a Woman: R.O. Kwon’s The Incendiaries
It is incredible to crack open an American novel and wince upon seeing parts of yourself reflected back so strikingly.
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The Reality of Love: Talking with Adrian Todd Zuniga
Adrian Todd Zuniga discusses his debut novel, COLLISION THEORY.
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Mixed Feelings: The Power and Limits of Labels
Maybe I’m not bisexual. What am I?
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Our Lady of Perpetual Movement: Analicia Sotelo’s Virgin
These speaker(s) don’t need to offer us explanation.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Meghan Flaherty
Meghan Flaherty discusses her debut memoir, Tango Lessons, how the book found its current format, and writing a memoir at a young age.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #138: Melissa Broder
“We have what we need inside us already, it’s just a question of uncovering it, of remembering who we are again and again.”
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Mixed Feelings: Your Divorce Won’t Ruin Your Kids
Marriage is one way of housing love. But there are a hundred other houses—sometimes you just have to build them yourself.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Melissa Broder
Melissa Broder discusses her debut novel, The Pisces (Hogarth, May 2018), the importance of love between women, and mermaid sex.
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Rumpus Exclusive: “The Last Civilized House” by Lee Martin
Once upon a time, there was a man and a wife and a child that the wife decided she didn’t want.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Drink the Wine That Moves You
Were they all just kittens, really, the comfort of their warm blood the only defense between life and a dump in the river?
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I Thought You Were Different
I don’t tell him that just because I happen to be black and he happens to be dating me means that there’s no chance that he could be a racist. I am not a pass.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Typhoon is a Hurricane
She tried her best to be clinical, but his dreaming scared her, made her think of ghosts and aswang stealing pieces of her—little bit by little bit.
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This Is What I Get for Wanting
When I cried over the phone, asking him if he was dumping me, he said in his gentle voice, “Sweetheart, we weren’t really a thing yet.”
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Mixed Feelings: Am I Too Fat For Love?
We don’t like to think that love traffics in the same biases that shape our culture—but of course it does.
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I Dated Bad Men Till a Bad Man Became President
Their dishonesty and danger was easier to look past then. The world had not yet shifted. But then it did, and I woke up.
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On Lingerings
The U-Haul’s gone now. It made me sad earlier to look up and find its door locked. Maybe because I know how much ends when everything’s loaded.
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Becoming Bodies
[W]e wanted something different from each other’s bodies than what was actually there, which might be why our bodies sometimes came together.
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How to Keep Score
I’m still working on this balance, and given that I only have about eighty or ninety years tops to get it right, I doubt I ever will.
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Thick and Thin
Today is not the day I can eat like a normal person and not tomorrow either. But maybe the day after that or the next one after.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: No Good
The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
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It’s Fine, It’s Good, It’s Beautiful
And the trees—each positioned in corner windows in the front of the house—they will be the talk of the neighborhood. This is how a house becomes a home.
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All My Visits from Santa
Confession: I’m a Hindu who loves Christmas.
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