You said I had to sleep in the cage but the smoke alarm went off and wouldn’t stop so I was like fuck this and slept in the other room, whose love seat is hardly better than the cage. But you were pissed. Let us never again begin the day with an argument when I’m […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2024/04/04/domme-song-8-michael-robbins/