When Your Vagina Doesn’t Work
I often wonder what would’ve happened if I’d had that wedding night, one weighed down by the expectations of a brand of purity culture that left little room for alternatives to PIV sex.
I often wonder what would’ve happened if I’d had that wedding night, one weighed down by the expectations of a brand of purity culture that left little room for alternatives to PIV sex.
The gore of blood rain seems tame when it’s raining dead frogs, fish, or birds.
Bringing a child into this world can require ingredients more dire and gruesome than puppy dog tails.
I became used to telling people about the bridges I burned, but that’s not quite right.
I was enchanted by the idea of a tree that grew colorful balloons, and… and I’m not sure what else.
I’ve seen what makes this place valuable, what compels me to call it home.
Ramsay is creating a version of himself who can create a masterpiece, even if he is destroyed in the process.
After my team’s crushing defeat, I gave up nail art.
Summer came t’ England,
so he danced among hemlock in a wood
Claire paid no mind to the splotchy coloring and large, hooked beak; to her, it was a duck.
No one ever saved me; no one ever knew I needed saving.
By six, the sun was already higher in the sky than it ever reaches in our winters.
Harry’s influence has allowed me to unveil aspects of my queerness that I did not know were hidden.
Most bits of rock and sea glass in the tin on my mantle are from Aberdeen, but I will know this one for your home.
The initial descent, which for Lil Nas is as simple as grabbing the pole, is trickier from the Moon.
Humanity has built itself to incredible heights over 315,000 years.
I am resigned to spending my entire allotment of time for recklessness trapped within the confines of a single city.
SDSS, for all its millions of observations, has only mapped a fraction of a fraction of the objects in 35% of that sky.
In “No Heaven,” my words are basically a prayer and a wake-up call. I want to dedicate my healing to the healing of others whenever possible.
Still, naturally sourced iron barely meets the demands of even a one-step-above-casual player. Enter: iron farms.
Mr. Knightley’s position and relevance to the Woodhouse family are not once explained in this film, and if the representation in Clueless is inaccurate, then I still have no idea why he’s always around.
Generations survived by this resource that I now visit a few times a week for a pleasant view and a whipping fresh breeze.
The cats were all female for their presumed docility in the stressful endeavor of flying into space.
I did not need thyme. Or brown sugar. Or the lime.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
Like wearing florals, writing about new life for spring is groundbreaking.
I wonder if humanity has loved anything as long as it has loved the moon.
Tzunuum was a plain, humble hummingbird; so simple that she had no dresses or jewelry for her wedding.
Pursuing a dream in English-speaking Europe is the vanilla ice cream with sprinkles of international travel for a North American.
Bodies fail our expectations; that is what it is to be embodied.