Do you think I look up to you perched on your high horse saying it's my choice to love more than one and that choice is wrong? Do you think it's okay to shout, "You're not gay! Stop sinning, start winning my praise!" as if your praise is what I spend my days longing for?... Continue Reading →
Uncomfortable
Does it make you uncomfortable to digest this defective conception that we, with two flowers, stems, and one humble home for some potential someones ~flower children~ must collect the soft pillow they’d have laid their little heads on in a soppy, sloppy bandage, or else cork the very rite of passage they didn’t go through,... Continue Reading →
To A Young Girl
Listen closely, pretty girl, to these words. Others will lie and say they are not true and that you must focus your energy on keeping that pretty look. But that is a lie. You might think that you are less than the girl with blue eyes or blonde hair or clear skin or subtle curves... Continue Reading →
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