MeanWoman

The Last Time We Have Sex

Our romance is a three-act tragedy on its final decline. I feel like an actress playing the part of interested date. When he kisses me, I can taste his want and longing. He reeks of commitment and desperation. Laying on a couch too formal for his apartment, I watch while he fumbles around in the kitchen. He twists and turns in…

Ruthless

Back For More

“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…

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.”…

Ruthless

The Rebound

He is on a mission. He needs to forget about his girlfriend, correction, ex-girlfriend. To forget about his troubles with the distraction of whiskey and women. And he is failing miserably. “Fuck it! Ya’ know? I’m single now. I can do what I want,” he repeats his mantra more for himself than for me. I…

He Screams, She Screams, We All Scream

Most males, as well as the majority of society, have this preconceived notion that most women are crazy. Females are considered too sensitive, illogical, and sometimes stupid. That our concerns are petty and should be swept under the proverbial rug. Even our feminine interests are boring and dumb, and we, therefore, are similar. Yet, these…

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How to Deal with Post Break-up Gossip

Single. It’s a lifestyle choice. Not an affliction. I’ll be okay. Seriously. Stop worrying. It’s also not contagious. I don’t know why people, even strangers, want to know “What happened?” Like I’m dying to rehash what went wrong. Why we didn’t work out. They seem so interested. Like I’ll bring some insight into their lives.…