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 our … Continue reading On not being allowed to love.
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 of … Continue reading On heartbreak.
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 just … Continue reading It’s just sex.
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 voracious … Continue reading In which I shrink myself.