I cry at movies. I cry at ideas. I cry at commercials where there are parents and droopy plants and determined horses in them. And my first reaction is always to look over at my man and see if he’s crying too. Usually, he is not (unless we are watching a Pixar joint). But I… READ MORE »
The first man I ever fell in love with was eight years older than me. He was on probation for stealing a video game, and his fingertips smelled like cigarettes and shellfish, having spent most evenings washing dishes at a seafood restaurant. At one point, he kept going to work even though his boss had… READ MORE »
I once had a boyfriend who woke me up nearly every morning with his boner.
He poked it into my back, then at my butt, again and again, again and again. At first, he did it half-jokingly, with a troublemaking grin and absurd thrusting motions. I swatted at him, told him to stop,… READ MORE »