e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Pawel Markiewicz When my dog was dying in agony, I suddenly understood that no Catholic religion could help me. No lying church saints who boast about their holiness could help me or the dog. I wanted to become a Buddha. I have been studying the teachings of Buddha for a few days. I simply […]
translated by: Anna Idelevich Krivoshlyapov brothers First shift in Sosnovy Bor, In the morning things don’t go well – myshel-myshel – In step with a knock, they will walk through the yard
by Douglas Young He loved going to China more than anywhere in the world, and with a Chinese wife, he got to go there every few years to visit her family. How blessed he felt having his own personal tour guide who was fluent in Mandarin. It thrilled him to be in such a […]
by Douglas Young Heading to his first summer class, Huxley Madison walked ever slower toward Erasmus Burt University’s Foreign Languages Building. Though he did well in high school Spanish, learning another tongue had not been easy or particularly fun, and he had put off fulfilling his college foreign language requirement as long as possible. […]
*** Prostitutes are much preferable to spouses After all, according to tradition, immediately after the wedding, women are killed by sewing up their vaginas, and men are usually sent to war (War blooms crystal: war for men: forced homosexuality or forced homophobia?)
My boy my boyfriend says that he only falls in love with geniuses and I fall asleep in the crotch of a crossroads during silent rain drops speak of the important and insignificant as if about the unborn сhrist
by Bart Plantenga Years before Lady Gaga wore her scandalous meat dress to the 2010 MTV Awards there was Bart Plantenga’s 1990s story “Nina Haagen’s Carnivore Couture.” It details an outrageous evening at a Lower Eastside club [was it Club 57?] where an MC-dominatrix named Blossom Deerie presented the evening’s “Carnivore Couture” fashion show by […]
Soon Not with you, and never together, suburb of madness. The train of consciousness is unimportant
Remembrance of Things Past – Marcel Proust Suddenly drowning in waves of nostalgia, not in the sense of homesickness or regret,
by Stephanie V. Sears One usually looks back on one’s formative years with acquired maturity and a critical eye. Alas, in my case, I observe a happy and unabated continuation of the very same foolish impulses and behavior, fraught with a recklessness that I indulgently refer to as joie de […]