Sexting at the end of the world | Kill Your Darlings

I’m often homesick for the internet I grew up with, where the dominant tone was painful sincerity rather than snappy wit, and no one had to have a body unless they wanted one.

Here’s my essay for Kill Your Darlings: a juicy deep dive on sexting in quarantine, internet nostalgia, catfishing, anonymity, romance, text-based gender affirmation, and coming unfleshed.