I always thought fairy tales (and fairy phone sex) were for kids, but my new house felt like a haunting. Every time I cleaned up after a solo session of jerking off, the tissues and socks vanished. I woke up…

Ghost sex is the only thing that keeps you awake in this drafty bedroom. You shift under the duvet, the fabric clinging to your damp skin. Catalina drifts above you, her hair a swirling nebula of neon pink and baby…

Living the full girlfriend experience meant enduring Catalina’s terrifying competitiveness during our backyard water wars. The suburban sun baked the grass, making it pleasant under the feet. I gripped my neon-green Super Soaker, scanning the hydrangea bushes. The plastic trigger…