"We began before words and we will end beyond words."
I've slept with twenty-seven people. Thirteen girls and fourteen guys. I know, who would've thought I had all that spare time. So, now that you know I've been around the block what do you think of me? Am I: a) a slut b) a prude or c) an average girl? Chances are your answer dances around a)... Continue Reading →
I catch myself sliding in the midst of happy things. Suddenly everything is grey and dull and the girls are talking without me. When did I become wall paper?
I hate when men assume the authority to police a woman's body on the street. And I mean this beyond sexist macroagressive behaviour like yelling, "Hey sexy!" Or "How much?" out their car window. Funny enough, what particularly bothers me is the need to tell me to smile while I'm walking down the street. "Smile,... Continue Reading →
I'm still trying to understand and recall the moment I started "throwing"around the phrase "I love you." For the most part, I can't seem to attach it to anything else but a period of time when I was in high school, when a series of teen-suicides hit my community. It wasn't long after these deaths... Continue Reading →
Do you think it's contradictory to tell me not to go out at night while disagreeing with victim-blaming as a whole? Last night I texted my brother, as I usually do most nights, to see how he was doing. After talking briefly about my approaching birthday and my aspirations I said to him, "Being a lady... Continue Reading →
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