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I am writing. I am writing, because I cannot speak. I am writing, because I am crying. I am writing.…

Clay Freud is paying attention to her daughter!

I said: ‘Why me?’ And he said: ‘Because I loved you, you were a very sensual little girl’. My mother…

To Colonel Custard and That One Weird White Woman That Approached Me Like I Was A Rabid Dog

Excuse me!  Excuse me! Do you speak English?!   Do.  You.  Speak.  English?! Crouched down and tiptoe stepping towards me.…

REAL TIME

Amphetamine and Internet connectivity issues do not mix. It is a Friday in most of our worlds. It might be…

When One Victim Becomes Every Victim

Did you drag me to the dumpster like a Glad garbage bag full of trash, glad I was drunk enough…

Weighing In

I stopped eating the night you told me I was too fat to fuck. Four months later, my bones stood…

Bar Game

Because the last time I gave a chance to an amiable man who didn’t interest me ………….it took the better…

The Bulimia Years

Sound of ring clinking sink. Of faucet running till warm water. Sound of toilette lid opening. Of human heaving. Splash-of-water…

We Turn Back into Pumpkins

The rent of seem is a romantic construct, freedoms afforded by a tedious collection of hours. Every finger is a…

Periphery

On Edward Hopper’s New York Movie, 1939 She’s been told she belongs in pictures twice already tonight. It averages three,…