After a party, wander into his room and roll around in his bed until he takes your clothes off. He doesn’t understand why you won’t kiss him. Maybe you still want him to want something.
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I Treat My Dates As My Therapist
For every twenty-something girl who has had to shoo away stray cats as they purred for a new home, dating apps are a familiar territory. We have the catch phrases locked and loaded. The cute pics that escalate from adorable to "WHOA who’s that hottie." We all know crafting the perfect profile is the real life "Game of Thrones"—either you win or you die. Of course, dying here is missing out on the one, and suddenly adopting 10 hairless cats while watching a Lifetime movie marathon. Why hairless? Well you tried the regular, but, honey, your allergies.
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This Is What I've Learned About Myself After My Marriage Ended
When I was in seventh grade, my best friend broke up with me. We had not been romantically involved, but that made it all the more painful. Wanting to make out with someone else, see your school jacket on a new back, slow dance with someone else to Warrant at the rec center dance...I could understand all of those things. My best friend deciding that she no longer wanted to be my best friend, that she was on the lookout for a new, better best friend, well...that baffled me entirely.
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I'm in a Polyamorous Relationship. This Is What It's Like
When I started dating my partner, we were both dating other people. And no, we weren’t cheating. We were, and still are, polyamorous.
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When I Was a Child and a Foreigner, I Met a Girl
When you’re six, new to a country, morphed into this thing called “foreigner,” you don’t know what culture is, just that everything you do is wrong and everything that was once so easy and comfortable only brings pain and embarrassment. At birth, culture is family (mine was one of indulgent love). Then you’re uprooted and there’s the schoolyard, of teachers who mostly don’t care, of children who have no skills at compassion—they’re trying so hard themselves, to understand, to fit in. In school—that’s when I begin to fall more and more into an anxious state of observation.
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Sex & A Funeral
I paused at the threshold of my bedroom, waiting to soak in the emptiness of the one person I would never see in there again. I was greeted with a somber smile that seemed like a hard slap across the face on that November day.
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Tarot Reading: The Fool Is Me
At the center of my heart, there’s a Fool. That’s what I used to call you. To myself. To the steering wheel. To the dream of you that still visits me sometimes if I’m tired enough and not paying enough attention to the space I occupy, to the home I keep. Fool. You are not welcomed anymore.
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This Is Why My Love Life Has Always Failed
At 17, I gave away my virginity to my ex-Mormon, pre-crackhead boyfriend with the words, “if you’re going to do this you should use a condom.” I grew tired of saying no. His desires were stronger than my boundaries. I chose to love through sacrifice.
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