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The Challenger

The Challenger

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Like my first public memory, which is probably of The Challenger exploding and not of the time that I saw Lindsay Farr’s vagina in eighth grade, which was public but not the sort of thing that probably qualifies as “public writ large”more

Butt Wait!

Butt Wait!

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So, my ass is bleeding, and I’m not the adventurous sort. All I want is a normal day, but each wipe is a Japanese flag. A big red flag. Colon cancer took my mom’s life, but I don’t overreact. I probably underreact.more

7.5.  Undergarments (Mandatory)

7.5. Undergarments (Mandatory)

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Females. Also known, culturally, as women.  Appropriate undergarments are required to be worn with all uniform combinations. How do we define appropriate? You show us yours and we’ll know it when we see it. But, seriously, don’t show us yours.more

I Still Like The Way it Hurts

I Still Like The Way it Hurts

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I think that a lot of what I am, what I’ve always been, is inherently dirty, so I indulge the sickest parts of myself all at once, thinking that I’ll get so nauseous and so done with being me that they will leave my system in one fell swoop.more

COMPLEXION Part I: The Bedrock

COMPLEXION Part I: The Bedrock

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Trauma doesn’t skip generations, it just changes clothes—passed down like the red velvet cake recipe, sweetened to survive.more

Cake And Ice Cream

Cake And Ice Cream

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“Malcolm was taking away her cake and ice cream,” Barry said, edging me up. “He should have known she was gonna fight for it.”more

A Window Ajar

A Window Ajar

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No one lets you in on the secret that when a loved dies, you have to relive it with each retelling. At this point, I’ve detached the meaning from it all. Now just a bedtime story I never forget to tell myself. Me, an ongoing audience of one.more

I Peed on my Hand, Amen

I Peed on my Hand, Amen

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its just like peeing. it is peeing, what am i talking about, why am i narrating this? i started peeing, missed the cup, and realized i didn’t even know where it was coming from. i wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted or panickedmore

Swords

Swords

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That night I jammed my erect penis into the opening of Dad’s new wife’s minced garlic jar and put it back in the fridge, so I guessed we were even.more

Collisions

Collisions

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When at a red light for too long I’d headbutt my father. Helmet to helmet, just to say hello. Pachycephalosaurus was one of the last dinosaurs around, headbutting throughout the late Cretaceous. That is until an asteroid hit the planet.more