I mindlessly scroll through the same stories in my newsfeed countless times throughout the day, peering through your virtual window like a socially acceptable Peeping Tom.
This year, TIFF turns forty, but for me, our time began fourteen years ago.
I couldn’t see the positives of my strong thighs or bodacious behind. (God, how I would have looooved to have Beyoncé around in my day.)
In one purse, there are two things that go in my vagina. Tampons and condoms. This shows that I am prepared for anything, all the time.
The burning sage smelled divine. Time was irrelevant. Poison ivy reminded us to stay alert.
The beer weighed heavy in my stomach and I had no desire to sit through a second round of drinks. But I stayed like the passive female I am.