Ten years ago, I could have been the first bisexual woman to blah, blah, blah. I still could, but I’d probably have to tag polyamorous in to the mix or something. And nobody cares as much. And I’m running out of things to be first in. Same for being of color or trans, or any […]
seriously, being repressed isn’t as fun anymore Read More »
…but today I am. Only I wish you wouldn’t say I’m pretty when I’m tired, worn out, sweaty, gross. Master knows I am beautiful, regardless of my appearance, he’s allowed. You, stranger, are going off what you see- and I’m not stupid. When you lie to me, because you think it’ll increase your chances of
i don’t exist to be pretty Read More »
“I don’t lie to my girlfriend.” “So she knows you’re with me now.” “Well, she knows I SEE other women. We just don’t really talk about it.” “Hey, what are you doing tonight? Can I come see you?” “Sorry, I’m busy.” Goes back to playing with girlfriend. “Let’s take a selfish together.” “Okay, but you
I apologize in advance for the awkwardness of my words, but I don’t want them trapped inside of me. Sometimes I just need to write. Abortion is just a choice, some say, as if it’s a “Do I want a blueberry or chocolate muffin,” kind of choice. Not a “Do I want to attach my
when abortion ISN’T a choice Read More »
I see this frequently, No woman wants an abortion as she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion as an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg. I wish the meme had stopped with No woman wants an abortion as she wants an ice cream
“Should I risk my life to bear a child that in all likelihood will be born with a debilitating condition that means, even if the they survive, chances of them being raised by happy, healthy parents is slim to none….or should I put an end to a pregnancy for a fetus?” Should be an easy
the hardest decision *should* be the easiest Read More »
Death by a thousand cuts is more than a saying. When I was in a college study abroad program, one of the guys and I played Magic. Forgive me, I am not a very good Magic player. I haven’t played in years. But I remember Red being the one that had a lot of easily
microaggressions & playing Magic with Red Read More »
I am beautiful. I am kind, I am sincere. I am not princess perfect body, face, hair. I used to envy that, but turned out I only envied a combination of luck, makeup, and money. None of which I had particularly much of. None of which I needed. It hurt to be told, in so
how to be beautiful AND a slut Read More »
I try my best to be me when a person first meets me. One day, I met this girl. I wanted her to like me, as a friend. Then as more. And I…was too much. I do this with everyone. Those I have no interest in, beyond a hello. Those I hope to fall in
that time they projected perfection on me, aka a twisted honeymoon love Read More »