I am afraid. I don’t want to be afraid, because I know that you have not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind — but still I am afraid.
I have a brother who’s almost sixteen. A fiercely independent, quiet, keeps to himself if he can keep it that way, ALMOST sixteen-year-old. My brother is loved and fed, which is more than some others can say. He has…
I fell for you immediately at college. You were beautiful, effervescent and nice to me. Even if you had been single (you weren’t), I stood no chance, being a gangly, unappealing and late-blooming adolescent. At best, you found me amusing and we were friends.
As college drew to a close, I was distraught that our friendship didn’t exist beyond that setting. While others itched for graduation, to me…
Whether he’s messaging a former flame to wax nostalgic about the past, or getting to know a 20-something Kansan bombshell who happens to share his interest in anime, things can get intimate quickly when you interact with someone often enough on an emotional level. A lot of men write off their non-physical relationships as benign, no matter how close they get,…
Listen, I’m not trying to knock our generation down a notch. I love this generation. And I know not everyone is ruining what love truly means. Millennials are smart, intuitive and most importantly passionate. But with passion, comes a lack of understanding when it comes to our relationships.
The truth is, we don’t know how to communicate anymore.
Today, being a 20-something female is empowering. All my girl friends, including myself, have made it this far on their own, without anyone by our side. And when I say anyone, I mean a man. For years now, we have told ourselves that no man could define who we were, and we were perfectly content with having our girls nights out and our random flings. (more…)
Ever since we met, we have been close. We found in each other a kindred spirit, a soulmate, a close friend. We have always been there for each other, listening, advising, guiding. There was a deep connection – one that goes far beyond friendship.
You know everything about me – my past, my hopes, my dreams. Likewise, I know everything about you. People said we would make an ideal couple. And we…
I remember the first time we met, both a little drunk on white wine. I needed the liquid confidence that night. Your lips were unfamiliar then, seemingly incompatible with mine. I remember thinking you were a little silly-childish even- and that your laugh was strange. I didn’t think I would ever see you again. (more…)
The thrill of that moment when you meet someone that you can finally connect with is amazing. It feels like that aha moment I have been waiting for. When both the mental and physical collide in such a glorious fashion that it makes me thirst for more. When days turn into nights and when nights turn into mornings. Everything suddenly appears to be so seamless between you two and your steps become…
I’m a mature adult who doesn’t need a relationship in order to feel fulfilled. I’m trying to take the high road on my journey to get over you, but cursing is cathartic. So fuck you and your half-ass heart and your shitty version of happiness that doesn’t involve me. You can take your low standards and shove them up your ass. Now that that’s out of the way, here’s what I have to say to you:
Yesterday I came across an Instagram post reading: “A real woman is her man’s personal porn star.”
Really? I thought. Really?! Is that what the world has come to? That the value of a ‘real’ woman is determined by her sex appeal? By what she can do for her man in the sack? **Beep! Beep! Beep!** The feminist alarms in my head were going off at full volume!
