Musings, Random, Societal


“I do not know that I want to have children.” I will always remember the look on his face when I said this to him, that first day we met- part awe, part...something. Something being a mix of crestfallen (because, otherwise, you’re perfect), and wary (because, what horror stories does this one have that she… Continue reading Why

Guest, Musings, Pieces, Return Mail, Series

Fuck Love

Fuck love. I’m tired of trying. No. This isn’t an attempt to sound pained when I’m not. It’s also not an invitation to a pity party; they're just the best lines that describe my feelings towards love at the moment. It’s amazing how a space of one year can completely change your outlook on stuff,… Continue reading Fuck Love


To Think is To Differ

>When I was born, my ears were pierced; I was a girl; that was the norm.Growing up, I was taught to always use my right hand. Using my left was rude.I was told that looking at someone older than you in the face was disrespectful. Of course I had to be in the science class… Continue reading To Think is To Differ