September 4, 2017

When things are bad I think shitdamn, finally something to write about. 

My body has never belonged to me.  It was my mother’s, captive under her rib cage.  It belonged to my parents, bodies staking claims to my features.  It belonged to porn and fantasy, took its only...

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