Don’t meet an open door with a closed mind
I-I love. I love... I don't know how to say this The words try to twist and cram into my mouth yet refuse to come out You see I have never been the girl who has been loved before I have never been the girl Whose hands you've held Whose lips you've kissed whose heart... Continue Reading →
I’ll be the first to say I’m a privileged white girl. Everyday I’m able to walk down the street without fear. Because I have been privileged with ivory skin; because I have every right an American should. Every time I walk down the street I see the rights that I have being taken away from... Continue Reading →
One of my favorite stories to tell people about my sister is the time that I discovered she was gay. Which, is a story more about me, maybe that’s why I like it so much. So, the summer before my 9 grade of school, I was bored and home alone. I liked to snoop a... Continue Reading →
I am nineteen years old, about to be twenty and have never been in a serious relationship. Why, may you ask. Is it because I look like a troll? Is it because I am not social enough? Is it because everyone thinks I’m a lesbian? I am going to have to go with D all... Continue Reading →