I never wanted children. I never played with dolls; I never coddled them or wanted to take care of them. I cut their hair real short and made them have lesbian sex. I made them have threesomes with other stuffed animals and drape them with ridiculous outfits. I’d open them and re-stuff them, hold them …

Why do we look like all the great loves? he asks as we fall asleep.   I love this man.   LOVE.   Why must I have an office job instead of being at my grimy soft studio apartment next to the one I love?   I should be churning out writing while he churns …

Someone should’ve asked me if I wanted to be born. It’s not fair to come out your mother’s belly without a clue, without being able to walk and gather berries. Without having to suckle her breasts for too long before you can suck on some other nectar. I’ve had friends who claim to remember being …

As I write this, things are not right. As I write this, things are amazing. Things are in flux constantly and I can’t help but feel that they will continue to be until I kill that voice in my head that reminds me that I’m no good. That everything I’ve gathered I don’t deserve. But …

How many times have you come back around? I feel like I’ve been here enough times to realize that certain people will become some sort of test. Nothing scholarly about it really, just a test of strength and compassion. I wasn’t blessed with a sculpted body, the kind men want to ejaculate on. I wasn’t …