I Was a Chinese Helpline’s Number One Caller. I Had a Problem.
The “magic number” helped foreigners like me get by without learning the language. But I didn’t feel at home in China until I finally hung up the phone.
The “magic number” helped foreigners like me get by without learning the language. But I didn’t feel at home in China until I finally hung up the phone.
As a young white man living in the West Bank, I found great sympathy with the Palestinian cause—even when a wrong turn during a riot nearly became a nightmare.
As an author seeking representation and a single woman seeking love, I let the strange charade go on a little too long.
A perpetually shirtless San Franciscan launches the most intimate of business plans: spooning for sale.
A former Catholic schoolgirl from the South finds her calling in the big city, fulfilling one fetishistic fantasy after another.
A baby-averse young woman finds her own way to help build a family—by giving a stranger her eggs.
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