Cape Cod, MA
Homecoming, Texarcana, Texas from Winn Dixie
Heart shaped blood stains. My ovaries telling me they love me?
"When I was fifteen, I was raped by three boys while competing at a gymnastics tournament. I was so ashamed, that I stood on a train track, and waited for the train to come. At the last moment, I tried to jump away. I woke up after a month. It was the middle of the night, and I could immediately tell that something was missing. I started feeling all over my body, and that’s when I realized that I’d lost my arm. Now I counsel teenagers who have been diagnosed with HIV. I’m normally the first to meet with them after they get their results. I try to explain to them that there’s a way out of even the most impossible situations."
Texting breaks me. I cannot text someone I like. I break in the process.
Nothing hotter than men talking about responsibility.
Italy in the 1980s by Charles H. Traub.