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I am writing about rape again. (opens the original)
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I am writing about rape again.I tend to do this a lot. The brief time I was doing stand-up, it’s all anyone gave me credit for- talking about rape and grief. I haven’t done it as intensely in a minute. So much so that my autocorrect is trying to change “rape” to “raps” because I am much more likely to text my friends about handsome rappers than my rape. Now it’s trying to change it to tape which also makes sense because I am an operations admin at a nonprofit so ordering tape is also something I
Alone (opens the original)
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I spent a few weeks traveling through Italy alone. There was one point when I was eating lunch (alone) and at the table next to me there were two white hetero couples wearing the same outfits in different variations- white, linen, and embarrassing hat to show they are on vacation as opposed to their otherwise vanilla day to day lives. The couples had both gotten engaged at various points of their trips. They were former classmates who all realized, thanks to instagram, they were both in Italy an
Death Drive (opens the original)
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I have found myself in a pit, digging deep into that article about that 50-something-year-old drug-addled pervert in LA who drove a woman to her death. I can’t stop reading about it. I can’t stop finding out more horrible shit about him. It has become a broken pipe, all the information spews out in gallons, and I cannot stop taking it in. It is a demented itch I cannot stop scratching. But it brings me no satisfaction. Instead, it has driven me to a rage that builds on top of my already existing
The Cat's Out of the Bag (opens the original)
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Well, the cat’s out of the bag in that the cat I have had for a mere 4 years has moved onto the next realm. Somewhere eternal, filled with limitless jars of water to knock over and dank toes to rub his face against.I am sad. It is embarrassing. I wheel and deal my humiliation from one friend to another, asking for help. For support. I admit to each friend that without Beans, I am alone. I wake up and no one is waiting for me at my door. I come home and no one is trotting toward me, scolding me f
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