Repeal day… Work attire. 🔫🍸
15, 2006. Once. Bombarded me in my parents house after giving me a ride home.
Fled Philly. Contacts me at least once a month since he came back in 2008…
Run into him periodically and I feel something I can’t even explain.
17, 2009. Once. His house, his room, his friends were over.
Car crash with me in it right after as he drove me home.
Ignores me to this day. Don’t think much about this.
18-22, 2009-2013. Too many times to count. Naive. Young. Blindsided. Denial.
Still relevant. Too relevant.
I can not speak for you, but those are my experiences.
I knew all three, all too well.
gender roles. dichotomies.
- butch/femme - dominant/submissive - loud/quiet -
tired of the fucking power games.
i’m outspoke, outgoing, wearing a dress and not afraid to get what i want.
…but i always fuck it up.
Happy Thanksgiving 🐔🍴 Happy Hanukkah 🎁🔯, goodnight! :)
I’m definitely not into the cold that’s happening.
"I am emotionally cynical because I’m constantly being fucked over (like many others) - but really all that damaged people want to do is be happy, fall in love, and show the remaining battered babes that there are other bruised babes looking for that. We are not all damaged goods, some might just need a new paint job or a screw replaced."
Here’s some body positivity shenanigans because I keep having conversations about it and or around my body and how I carry myself well for a “bigger girl”. (I exude confidence and sexuality on a daily basis - so I’m told)
I’m thick/curvy/chubby yada yada describe me as you see fit - I am not skinny or slender. My size and has been an issue for 22.5 years. Finally at a point where I embrace my body shape and size I can happily post things like this.
I dare you to tell me I don’t look damn good. I know I do. :p
I call this one “drunk selfie in the broad street diner”…