Eating And/As Fucking
"Cooking dinner turns to urgent blow job, tit fucking, ass licking..."
He was making shakshuka and Otis Redding was playing. Outside it was raining theatrically, performatively, un-Londonly in defiant refusal of the city’s politesse. Its grammar of mannerly evisceration and well-behaved alienation, intelligible to those raised to guarantee its proliferation, nebulously comprehensible...