This isn’t a cute little diary entry.This isn’t me posing on my bed with fairy lights and thigh-highs.This is me crouched in the dark corner of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town at 3:47 a.m., phone flashlight between…

I slide into the dimly lit bar, the scent of stale beer and sweat clinging to my skin like a second skin. Another night, another chance to play. I spot him – the tall, dark-haired man with a chiseled jaw…