Because apparently enlightenment comes in rubber form Picture it: Puerto Rico, 2012.A brutally hot summer day. I sat there in indigo-blue slacks and a coral-striped shirt with matching coral flip-flops. My toes wiggled as I looked down at them, happily licking my cherry-flavored piragua. I was perched on a
My disdain for men has never been a secret. It’s been apparent since childhood. I never particularly cared for boys—I hated my older half-brothers, and that still hasn’t changed. Boys were (and remain) plainly obnoxious with a sense of entitlement that needed to be stopped. Now, granted,
Because apparently birth control couldn’t just regulate my cycle, it had to give me a dump truck and an identity crisis. So, listen… I was never a fan of birth control. I tried it once in my early twenties because of irregular cycles, and when I say I transformed
Chapter 6 Track Berghain Rosala0:00/114.8561× ✨ Chapter 6 Is Coming In Hot — Jenna & The Beast ✨ Jenna isn’t the girl men assume she is. She’s softness stitched to scars, a survivor molded in fire, a monster with velvet hands and horns hidden beneath perfume and satin
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I wasn’t looking for rage, but it found me. Crept in while I slept, peaceful, unbound, free. It gently touched my shoulder, said, “Wake up, sleepyhead,” And when I opened my eyes, only rage lay in my bed. It leaned in close and kissed me slow, Then swallowed me
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