Queen of the Desert Sex Cult

*Names have been changed.

Bunnies roamed freely, hopping about the westside property while we did the things that bunnies do, things that nature intended. It had only been twenty minutes since we’d met in person, and just a few hours after meeting online. On Raya, naturally.

Jet-lagged, having just returned home to LA from a whirlwind trip to Paris, I nursed an awful cold/hangover, as I lay in bed, scrolling through the app, sipping purple Gatorade frost. I wanted to keep the excitement going. When we matched I got shot with a little spark, just what I was looking for. Then my heart raced rabbit style when he invited me over for dinner, right away, that very night.

Initially, I said no, warning him of the fluorescent green snot coloring the white tissue I blew my nose into every five minutes. It’s incredible the color our bodies make when an infection is present. Bodies are mind-b…