manless january, the return

“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.” -Oscar Wilde So I forgot to tell you about Manless January, which is a holiday I invented last year to save my own life. This year, Manless January acted more as a preventative. […]

levity

The dark days of winter come and go and she finds, miraculously, that she’s unbroken. Fragmented perhaps. Splintered definitely. But still so relatively intact that it makes her happy. Like waking from a bad dream and realizing her real life is still there, waiting to be led zigzag  on a leash, like a suckling, milky-eyed […]

all adventurous women do

She’s a little twerky today, had an off week. She knew she would, because Tuesday she was due for the procedure with the electric prong up her vagina. That’s right. Electricity. In her vagina. So, you know, it’s really no wonder she was feeling scrambley. But even so, when the man she’s been successfully dating for […]

on being a slut

I’m pretty good at casting things that have to do with me, my life, my character, in a flattering light. At positioning myself in a story in such a way that in the end I come out looking shiny, or at the very least salvageable. And while I know there is a certain vanity in […]

it’s not endless

I don’t even work for the client anymore, and I almost feel like punching myself in the face that I have another post about him, but I do. I promised myself I wouldn’t go up there anymore. He asked me to marry him. Did I tell you that? I know I didn’t, because at the […]

femme fatale

every time a man leaves, there’s a part of me that is totally shocked. as though i’d never before been introduced to the concept that people go away, when in fact we all know i should have this one down by now. but then there’s this other part of me whose reaction is a little […]

manless january

So I’m six days into my month-long commitment to steer clear of sexy men when Chief reaches out via Skype. “A whole month?” he teases. “How you gonna make it?” “I don’t know,” I tell him. “The chastity belt should help.” Chief is in the military. Once lived on a submarine for four years. Four […]

off-ramp, seven

Now that we are at the boarding house Sunny is a not-Sunny. He leaves often and never takes me and pre-dawn comes back to a heavy sleep from which he can’t be woken. “Who are you?” I whisper to his hulking form when I am sure it has reached its slumberdepths. “Tell me what you […]

disarray

The last time I saw him he made me promise not to get emotional. Or, at least, I guess that’s what he made me promise. His phrasing was a bit more elusive than that. “Just fucking?” he texted, a few hours before. “Whatever you say, Bassi,” I texted back. See that? I used his last […]