I see the maple-walnut cookies I ate last night, stretching across my ribs in a layer of fat which then pools in the pouch of my lower abdomen, collecting in the hips that swell over the band of the underwear that I bought during a time when I was thinner.
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Why I must be suspicious of men
By all means, hit on strangers, but here are three things to be mindful of as you do so.
Johnnie W.
They don’t want anything real, people, and that’s where I come in. Janine was real but he didn’t want the real Janine he wanted the Janine in his head. Then he thought he was supposed to love himself and that the way to do that was to become himself as he was in his mind, … Continue reading Johnnie W.
The female doesn’t come anymore
He leaves food lying around now, and that’s great great but he doesn’t as much anymore with the petting or the playing.
Stolen Security
My brother is splayed on the couch watching the Euro and says he doesn’t feel like telling me what happened with his bag yet.
I would love to not be suspicious of men.
I could make friends with strangers, but welcome to the never-ending spiral of internalised misogyny.
Beekeeper
There was an old man who lived in my village who wore a flannel coat year round, with a faded green cap squashed onto his bald head. He had a thick grey moustache and drove a long-bedded truck.
under your roof 