Men have been dividing me into parts since I was 15. Ranking me into valuable and tolerable. As if they were looking for a ripe fruit in the produce department. Yes. No. Sure, if I can’t find something better. I don’t blame them. Playboy models are lit like a car. Tiny lights placed by “their ... VIEW POST

You can hurt me Just make it useful. I expect to be cracked open I am not looking for "easy." But please, Hurt me because you love me. Hurt me because there is something more. Not because you are afraid. #loveletter ... VIEW POST

Dear men, Your distress is palpable. I watch you look. For younger women. For pretty women. For more women. For varied sex. For ways to feel… when you are losing sensation, your erection, and your desire. I ache for you. But not as much as I long for you. I see the world. Distorting ... VIEW POST

Lover, I prepare for you by remembering to breathe. I continuously unclench my jaw. And feel. I wear French lacy bras, cashmere, and soft pajama pants. Fantasize about my lunch. The colors and textures and tastes of my food. I spend time embracing the parts of me that are unkempt. The wild dark ... VIEW POST