Free Write #1
How do you write so clearly when the emotions are climbing up your throat, pushing at your wind pipe, crowding your esophagus? What does...
It Takes Less Muscles
If one more person tells me to fucking smile, I might actually smile. I’ll smile bright and wide, full of joy, white shiny teeth, lip...
I Feel Pretty
The first time someone called me sir, I felt every fear and anxiety I have ever had about my appearance rise to the forefront of my mind....
