Love And Hope And Sex And Dreams: Fucking-In-Front-of-a-Box-Fan Weather Is Nigh
This weekend, I did something that really drove home the arrival of summer: for the first time in 2016, I slept with just a sheet, no blanket. The weekend before, I did something else that made the season feel viscerally obvious: I had sweaty, humid sex in front of a box fan. Across Brooklyn, untold numbers of people were doing exactly the same thing.