I pause and kick the broken asphalt just in front of the filthy right toe of my Asics. I need to change to a new pair, but I’m resistant because it’s still such shitty weather. Almost there, I think. Fucking asshole, I say into the foggy early morning air. What is bubbling inside of me… Continue reading Sorry, Sarah.
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I like her teaching, too.
Melissa pats her caramel highlighted curls which perfectly fan out around her chartreuse fleece ear warmer. It’s unquestionably more expensive than the shitty Amazon purchased one I jammed on my head this morning. She is clearly uncomfortable. It wasn’t intentional on my part- to make her uneasy, but that’s also a part of me so… Continue reading I like her teaching, too.
A Day on Venus.
I’ve thought a lot about the way I navigate through the world. The way I often caveat or couch statements that I make. The way I offer apologies or concessions, to others, to myself, before it’s even necessary. The way I sidestep the thing I want to really say for fear of the reaction I… Continue reading A Day on Venus.
Happy Galantine’s Day, Devi.
I’ve named her Devi because she closely resembles a woman I knew in college. Her hair is jet black and the kind of wavy I admire-frizz free and giving off curling iron feels. I know she didn’t though, use a hair tool. It’s just her hair. I know that in the subconscious way she keeps… Continue reading Happy Galantine’s Day, Devi.
Filed Under…
Many women I know haven’t had toe-curling kisses down the nape of their neck, but many have felt the stomach-churning sensation of unwelcome, hot, sticky breath just under their ear. Many women I know haven’t been told that they’re breathtakingly beautiful, but many have been told that they’re fuckable. Many women I know haven’t felt… Continue reading Filed Under…
Let’s Change the Uniform.
I am standing overlooking a sea of men, men of all different shapes and sizes and ages. I imagine the Uber driver’s voice in my head, gravelly, with a touch of humor, asking about this “uniform.” My colleague and I advised him that it was unofficial, at best, but both left out the part that… Continue reading Let’s Change the Uniform.
The End of an Era?
I think that there has been a lot of talk this year about the choices and rights of women. There’s been a lot of chatter amongst powerful rich, white men and men with less resources and men of different races and ethnicities. And then, as if the joined voices of the misaligned patriarchy were not… Continue reading The End of an Era?
Achilles, the heel?
I pull my collar up as I walk down the sidewalk, attempting to protect my exposed ears from the sharp wind. It’s no use. November in Long Beach is chilly and raw. The streets feel desolate-the closed, dark shop windows making everything feel infinitely creepier. I don’t regret walking Nicole to her car, but I’m… Continue reading Achilles, the heel?
The Antidote to Hate.
She is ambling down the sidewalk-her baby legs reminding me of one of those dogs that can either be walked or placed comfortably in a purse. Her leggings are cranberry colored, and the puffer jacket that makes her diminutive frame look only slightly bigger than a minute, is something akin to fuchsia, but it works.… Continue reading The Antidote to Hate.
SNAP Judgments.
I was talking to a friend today and explaining how I feel tired lately. A different kind of tired. And I know what you’re thinking: you’ve said this before. And also, being tired is basically adulting. To be an adult is to be tired, often. Still, the kind of fatigue I’m experiencing comes from a… Continue reading SNAP Judgments.
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