An App For That

A roommate shows me this hookup app - the consensus favorite. “Call me crazy,” I say, “but if we’re reducing s3x to something cheap and cynical, wouldn’t p0rn be safer and easier?” She frowns, as if I’ve espoused an unpopular political position so I make a show of putting “join the app” on my to-do list - which is like sending it into outer space. Sleeping with someone you don’t like - or even know, seems impolite, even seedy but there’s a power to it as well - knowing I could if I wanted to - I quash that thought as it rises, like heat. Besides, factoid: I have an imaginary boyfriend, And although my thoughts are free to roam far and wide, I’m nothing if not faithful.