On not being allowed to love.

My earliest memories start around three or four. In one, I have climbed up a wooden fence, trying to balance my weight against the top while I reach out to feed a neighbor’s horse, that I have named Cow, a piece of my apple. In another, I am wandering down the street back toward ourContinue reading “On not being allowed to love.”

On heartbreak.

A few caveats before we go into this: 1) I’m fine. I’m not writing this from a place of current pain. It’s just something I’ve wanted to put on ‘paper’ for a while. 2) To the person who was involved, we are absolutely good. Life is an amazing teacher and I’m grateful for all ofContinue reading “On heartbreak.”

It’s just sex.

There tend to be two ways that young women are taught to think about sex. I’d argue that neither is correct. They are: Don’t. Protect your virtue. I mean… it’s your decision. Obviously. But *shrug* do you REALLY want to be known as *that* girl? Do you want people to talk? I mean, I’m justContinue reading “It’s just sex.”

In which I shrink myself.

I am not a physically small person. I’m 5’9″, towering six inches above the world’s average woman. My shoulders are broad and strong, my hips wide, my thighs solid and touching on the inside. I wear a size 10 shoe. I am muscular, dense. Unfeminine? I am not a mentally small person. I speak with conviction. I am a voraciousContinue reading “In which I shrink myself.”