Nicely told, good writing. Congratulations on your writing success! Your vignette reminded me of my first girl. We had an open relationship. Not what I wanted, but I loved her, so I settled. Of course we never made it. Anyway, please forgive me for a little moralizing. I have to say (and not about the writer, about all of us)--all that sex and no babies... That's where we are today. Could the baby, dare I say--the gift from God--be the real payoff and not the orgasm?
This feels like the corpus of late-20th century radical feminism. Like Ani DeFranco, also in New York, on a train, at 3 in the morning, with her own panties shoved into her own back pocket.
“.. Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
Some guy working the event said Damn! twice during the reading and we all lost our shit laughing
That was the inside security man. Hilarious. Thank you for attending the event and supporting us
this is a great essay
Nicely told, good writing. Congratulations on your writing success! Your vignette reminded me of my first girl. We had an open relationship. Not what I wanted, but I loved her, so I settled. Of course we never made it. Anyway, please forgive me for a little moralizing. I have to say (and not about the writer, about all of us)--all that sex and no babies... That's where we are today. Could the baby, dare I say--the gift from God--be the real payoff and not the orgasm?
Holy shit. You are a powerful person. I loved this.
This changed my life
Gutsy stuff.
This feels like the corpus of late-20th century radical feminism. Like Ani DeFranco, also in New York, on a train, at 3 in the morning, with her own panties shoved into her own back pocket.
“.. Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
Three-o-clock in the afternoon
And I am going home
F-train is full of high school students
So much shouting, so much laughter
Last night's underwear
In my back pocket
Sure sign of the morning after…”
Been there. The body doesn’t lie. It’s why we Catholics have confession, to get the body and soul aligned.