I sat upright on the examining table, the thin paper rustling under the backs of my knees. I tapped my heels against the sides like a restless child waiting for her lollipop. I wondered - at what age in child development did doctors stop shelling out candy? And how cool would it be now to … Continue reading Face. Value.
Most women at some point in their lives have struggled with their weight. And if you're over 30 and have and access to social media, magazines, television, movie theaters and/or advertising (plugging anything from sports cars to carrot juice) you're probably not down with fat. It's an ugly word. It says so much in the … Continue reading Fat. Chance.
You’re not a Pussy
I was seventeen. He was 27. A one-night-stand-turned-partner in bed, turned roommate "boyfriend". A coke dealer who spoke with his cock and screamed with his fists. Three years and nine months we lived together. We fucked and fought like animals, but walking hand-in-hand remained elusive. "I'll never walk with you because of your skin." The … Continue reading You’re not a Pussy