Saturday morning I woke up with a mother of a hangover. I didn’t even drink that much but clearly this ‘age thing’ is no myth. I rolled over to my fiancé. “Ugh I shouldn’t have smoked that cigarette. I feel sick. Why did you let me do that?” “Because you would have just told me, […]
I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak. For me, it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living. -Warsan Shire I remember the first time my heart was broken. I remember sitting on the cracked linoleum floor of the kitchen in our rented university house, thinking the pain would never end. I […]
Sometimes it scares me, my ability to be okay. The way I can move forward so easily after so much has gone wrong makes life feel temporary, transient. I sometimes wonder if anything will truly stop me in my tracks, hold me in my place, keep me there, steady me. Maybe that thing will be […]
Swallowed nausea Found catharsis in other guys Their sweat soaked sheets, your mascara crushed on a pillow You might have screamed during sex. You might have pounded the wall with your fists. You might have ripped out a sense of self and watched it leave your body. It was never for them. It was ecstasy […]
“How wrong is it for a woman to depend on a man to build the world she deserves?”-Anais Nin Well, she’s my favorite writer. I love how honest she has been with her writings. How knowing her made me evaluate my beliefs and about how most women see themselves. It is almost natural for a […]
Sometimes a good fuck will make me sob or laugh hysterically. It can be awkward, trying to explain thoughtless tears meaningless laughter that erupts from the better orgasms. Maybe it isn’t just that the orgasms are a thing beyond beauty and meaning and concepts Maybe it’s that they come at a time of a deep […]
“For so long I felt that it was about being part of a boy’s club. And now it’s about being part of a girl’s club PROUDLY and feeling power in that. For so long I felt if I can prove that I can ‘hang with the guys’ then I will be more powerful. That really […]
“You need to have something called F**k You Money.” I’ll never forget the first time I heard these words. I was in a classroom, away at boarding school, and 16 years old. My teacher, a middle-aged man who had spent his life as a working actor, was truly trying to teach us about the real […]