Just One of Those Nights
I often argue that actions far outweigh intent anyway.
On Being a Victim
You are a victim. And that’s okay.
A rant about what I think International Women’s Day is for.
What I Think of on my Way Home
The walk from the subway station to my apartment takes about four minutes at a brisk pace. Whenever I have to take this walk alone in the dark, I make mental preparations.
Accident of Birth
Apart from an intense curiousity what it would feel like to have your sex organs dangling on the outside, I’ve never harboured any particular wish to be a man in a man’s body.
Onto the Barricades
So this is me: Hardly particularly secretive before, but now completely and unashamedly officially a kinkster.
And She Smiled
None of this happened. All of this is true.
Me on Coelho on Inner Beauty
Go hunt, he said. Bring ‘em down! Although not in so many words. “What do you think?”, was his actual question. My answer? “I want to tear it apart, sentence by sentence.”
And so I will.
