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.
My sound is my brand. It is just as much part of my “product” as any other physical trait.
It’s time we stop pretending that modern western feminism is inclusive of all.
With one-night stands, you skip past getting to know each other and head straight to REALLY getting to know each other.