Sometimes to move on you have to actually move. Move through space. Move across the earth. Move physically elsewhere. Read More
Fascinating that under a blanket of ice sleep Spring’s new miracles. My father is a gardener, and so I identify with the species that waits until the frost has passed to begin again. Read More
It felt civil to remain silent; it felt strong to temper anger; felt dignified to deny retribution. Read More
The physician’s assistant spreads me open with those vagina-spreader things, and she pokes around my pussy like Laura Croft Tomb Raider, and by-golly there’s no tampon in sight. Read More
After an entire lifetime of trying to find, keep, and please a man, at 35 or 40 it seems women finally start pleasing the person who really matters: Themselves. Read More
Casual dating has ruined our generation of men. I fear they may never grow up. Read More
Sometimes moving forward and making progress isn’t as complicated as we make it out to be. Read More
We’ve placed so much stock in physical monogamy that it’s almost like that’s what our relationships mean, just that we’re not fucking someone else. Read More
I don't know anything other than the loose narrative presented by your various social media profiles, but it seems to me that maybe you are drifting. Read More
We don’t want your tattered American dream. It means nothing to us now. You’ve had your chance to prove us wrong. You’ve had your chance to win us back. But, like a breakup, we are moving on. Read More