August 23rd, 2023:

I feel sorry for the hijabi girls in the heat waves. Although their faces never betray them, so, maybe they’re somehow immune? Doubtful. It’s fucking hot even when you’re dressed slutty like me.

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July 16th, 2023:

“Why? You don’t like babies?!” asked Willow, sensing resistance to The Narrative that has been washed into her brain.

“I love babies,” I said slowly, weighing my words with far too much care. “But I also know that usually there’s more than one way a person can feel about a situation. Babies are wonderful but they are not easy, and it would make sense to feel mixed emotions about a new one on the way.”

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 July 1st, 2023:

I figured I’d give a local store some of my business instead of always going to the dollar store. I felt very virtuous…until I reached the counter, where there was a tip jar. Which I ignored, except on the credit card machine…it also asked if you wanted to tip. Who tips people at boutiques?! Is this a new thing???

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Sunday, June 25th, 2023:

It was freakily apocalyptically hazily reddishly smogged today in Montreal. An alien spaceship could have descended at Place des Arts and it would have blended right in.

The winds must have shifted.

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June 24th, 2023:

The problem is, I realized later, I didn’t tell him that. I didn’t say “Please hold me, because I’m hurting.”

Instead, I tried to argue unemotional facts.

But we don’t have all the facts, and he’s friends with these people too.

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I’m literally scared to be at a festival where a known, multiple-time offender of inappropriate touch is wandering around invisible in the crowd. It triggers me to the core. It’s already hard to meet strangers and ask them to be safe with your body in crazy-ass moments and protect whatever triggers you may have, but this has made it much, much harder. I have felt, to put it somewhat dramatically, alone in a sea of smiling faces. 

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June 18th, 2023:

“Why didn’t you just say something?” asked Patrick. I almost retorted, wow, that’s very victim blamey.

Instead I said, “Have you ever been harrassed and gaslighted by a narcissistic boundary-breaker?”

He shook his head and gave an honest “no.”

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As Mommy’s Baby Girl in chastity for healing and sexual liberation, I’d like to dial our physical relationship down to the beginning, so that I can approach my body and my sexuality from a fresh slate. My hope is that in the long run, it will allow you and I to have a path toward pleasure that is without pressure for either of us. So that we can simply learn each other, and enjoy, however that feels right.

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One of the biggest problems with issues of interpersonal violence is that nobody wants to be branded “the bad one,” as though the only person who can break consent is a villain in a Hollywood movie. The truth is much more nuanced than that; we are a product of our experiences. Consent is complex, and varies from person to person and moment to moment. Sometimes even with the best intentions, we cause pain to other people.

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So. Roo and I have been talking, and he says I shouldn’t be giving you unsolicited advice. I said, “Yes, but aren’t you worried about Papa not being able to get out of his chair one of these days?”…

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