Ex Sex

I need to get laid. You don’t have to hold in your tummy (they’ve seen it all). You can keep the lights on, you can start by groping them in the middle of a movie theater and not fear that they’ll think you are an out-of-control vixen (more on this later, ladies)....

PMS: What. The fuck.

I swear to God, being a woman is absurd sometimes. It isn’t enough that we have to carry our vaginas with us everywhere and therefore eternally concern ourselves with whether when that brooding guy hanging out on the other side of the subway platform late at night...

OK, Time to Whistle at Her

Today, I was the image of a radiant woman. I saw Slumdog Millionaire for the first time a few days ago, and ever since then I have felt viscerally joyous and happy about who I am. I am ecstatic that I still have working legs. I can dance and jump and twirl and do...

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