Monthly Archives: November 2014

brass knuckles

once upon a time when i had a different name and a different occupation and hate crimes against non-heteros were the norm, i owned a pair of brass knuckles that i kept in my truck. (i don’t miss the old … Continue reading

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catty bitch

i said something i shouldn’t have. what’s worse, i said it to someone who doesn’t know me, which means i presented as a catty bitch. what’s worse, i didn’t realize i shouldn’t have said it until the next morning when … Continue reading

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confessions of dreams and what remains

confession: i’ve been writing stories on scratch paper and losing them on purpose. i’m responsible for writing them down. i’m not responsible for holding onto them. confession: if the blue fairy princess costume at goodwill had fit, i totally would … Continue reading

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categories on a marker board

this morning i imagined a wall-sized marker board and in my mind i wrote three categories across the top: things i know to be true, things i believe are true, and things i wish were true. the first category contains … Continue reading

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querida preciosita

dear precious one, you texted yesterday that you don’t know why i keep you in mind so often but that you are grateful that i do. let me tell you why. last week when i introduced you to my best … Continue reading

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tea party confessions

confession of the three funniest things t said during our tea party today: 1. “i would do porn if it had a dance music soundtrack.” 2. “look at us drinking our tea and wearing our good girl sweaters.” (she meant … Continue reading

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a trip to the thrift store

blue tags were 50% off today at salvation army. because there was no ambient musak pumping through discreet speakers in the store, prince filled the gap by singing “delirious” on repeat in my mind. i walked directly to the wedding … Continue reading

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