He laughed, not the usual response from a client he's just destroyed.
I was just some fucked-up other thing.
My thoughts have been everywhere, tumbling in a strong wind.
Celebrate...I considered diner with my husband, ice cream with friends...but then...
I am approaching the anniversary of my rape differently. I will be posting pseudo diary entries chronicling the events in real time, be it on a 43 year delay. May 31, 1974 It was dark and quiet when I woke up. I found my pants, the glittery shirt and shoes. I snuck into the front room.... Continue Reading →
I’ve written that a hundred times. I can’t copy and paste it. I have to write each word.
His efforts to retain it (his beauty) transformed him into something slightly grotesque.
I flashed on a daydream of holding Billy’s hand on the sofa.
...knowing the right answer and having it believed. It’s a vigilant skill secrets demand.