“I love the smell of male urine and the reek of his groin on my bath towels after he’d had a shower”

“I did not want His cold love. I wanted human love—clasping, selfish, and hot. I wanted to smell the rank sweat of the men… I wanted love—reeking, drunken, hungry love.”

“I guess I'll get a shower," I said, grabbing a towel and my shower bag."I'll alert the media," Kara deadpanned, keeping her head down.”

“That's good. And speaking of spelling, tell me -- do you wrap your head in a towel after you shower?”

“He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.”

“My grandma came over yesterday, and I had just jumped out of the shower, so I answered the door in my towel. I know it was a little indecent, but I didn’t have time to dry off and change out of my wetsuit.”