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“Let me in.” It is Rebound’s stern voice coming through the door’s intercom. It has been months, close to a year, since I’d last seen him. I press the button and wait as he climbs the stairs of my two-story walk up. Despite having a connection to him I’d stopped seeing him after our second…

Episode 310

Don’t be Shameless, Take a Pill

Since its debuted in 2011 Shameless, a Showtime series, has caught our attention for its unabashed story telling of a dysfunctional family. This week Mandy, the quintessence of the hooker with a heart of gold, has unprotected sex with Lip (again!) and promptly asks him for money for the morning after pill. It’s just what I need.…

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Are You The Annoying Friend?

 If you’ve passed puberty you’ve heard one of your girlfriends, female acquaintances, or frenemies say one of the follow and the urge punch her in the face was so overwhelming even the possibility of jail time wouldn’t deter you. Fuck it. Orange is the New Black, right? “I just cannot put on weight, no matter…

SHAMELESS

Miss Moxie (Part 2)

Click here for part 1 She fumbles with the button on her jeans, an excited grin plastered to her face with two colors of smudged lipstick bordering her lips emulating a painted clown. What the fuck? Just as she unzips I grab her jeans by the ankles sliding them off with her help. She is…

SHAMELESS

Miss Moxie (Part 1)

I need to have her. She is perfect. Everything I want and wanted to be. Cool, short black hair in pigtails, covered in tattoos for as far as the eye could see, and big, mischievous green eyes. I float towards her like a gravitational pull. She is the sun I will revolve around. “Hey.” “Hey.”…

SHAMELESS

Champagne Kisses

“I want to make you cum exactly at midnight,” he says as closes the door behind him. “Well, that gives you about fifteen minutes, Champagne.” “Why do you keep calling me that?” Champagne is a hedge fund manager from back in the States. He is conventionally good-looking in a cold sort of way, similar to…

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How to Pick Up the Pieces of Your Broken Heart

Spring-cleaning doesn’t stop at the dustpan and mop. The New Year’s feeling of resolution and starting over with a clean slate is enhanced with sunshine and chirping birds. This mentality seems to run through to all aspects of our lives including relationships leaving some to only feel the seasonal rain and stinging bees when the…

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Perks Of Being a Slut

SLUT /SLƏT/ NOUN – A SLOVENLY OR PROMISCUOUS WOMAN I’ve been a slut for years. It came easily (pun intended) and naturally. Like a fish swimming. After all, I started masturbating at four, showed classmates my panties in kindergarten, and never thought boys had cooties. Well, at least until I moved to Los Angeles. Everyone has cooties here.…

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We Weren’t Ever Really Friends

My blog posts I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend and I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend Either are my two most highly view posts. If you haven’t read them they are each about a girl who didn’t want to be my friend anymore. The first one tapered the relationship off slowly, and the second ended…

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I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend Either

Another one bites the dust. You might remember my post I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend — which was about how my closet girlfriend didn’t want to be my friend anymore. Well, history has repeated itself. Since the lost of TC I have found myself part of a cluster of girls that hangout every weekend. I once…

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wor[u]th more

I am a free bird. See me soar so high, but keep an eye on the ground. I feel ‘super single’. I don’t know if I made that up, or if I’m just high off of being emotionally shut down. but I feel like the idea of a boyfriend might make me vomit. Gross and…

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I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend

After a three-day non-fight with a Gentleman Caller (GC) I realized how important it is to say, “I don’t want to be your friend.” Over the years I have lost many friends. As a child my mother moved us from town to town, changing schools every few years. In the summer I was shipped off…