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Ben Cope: This is how we learn (Kris Kidd, writer and model)

‪Reading unreleased poetry at ALL YOUR FRIENDS FEST this weekend !! Come play! Tickets available here: https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1502469?utm_medium=bks 💘‬

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TRAFFIC – #ELSEWHERE {EXLCUSIVE/NSFW}

Kris Kidd hits the town on a school night in the second installment of his “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE. “TRAFFIC” by Kris Kidd “No, for sure! We HAVE to hang out again sometime!” …

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The second installment of my “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE, is up now on Nakid Magazine! Check it out !! xx

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ASSHOLES – #ELSEWERE {EXCLUSIVE/NSFW}

Kris Kidd makes friends in high places in the first installment of his “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE. “ASSHOLES” by Kris Kidd “How much do you think ______ would pay for…

nakidmagazine.com

The first installment of my “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE, is up now on Nakid Magazine! Check it out !! xx

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Four Runway Looks That Will Make Your Walk of Shame Fabulous

We live in a totally unprecedented era of sex positivity and all that good stuff, but let's face it: the walk of shame is here to stay. It's a timeless tradition (and a total art form if performed properly) and it's not going anywhere. You can Uber it from your non-date's apartment in the miserable ...

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Wrote a little article for Paper Magazine to help spice up your next walk of shame. You're welcome !! xx

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In my kitchen, I’m staring out the window at the impending storm clouds, and pretending to wash dishes— which I really don’t think is fair because I never eat any of the food here. In the backyard, there is a small patch of dead grass where my father’s head laid the night he killed himself. I feel a pinch on the palm of my hand and look down to see that I’m bleeding. I pull the big knife out of the sink and rinse the blade off in the running water. It’s raining outside now. The sky is dirty blue. Mud begins to puddle in the little patch of dead-dad grass, and I wonder if anything will ever grow there again.

Kris Kidd, “I Can’t Feel My Face” (via svburban)