When I was Garbage
by Allison Crews
Last year, when I was in 10th grade, I skipped a week of school. I was too scared, too humiliated, too sick and weak to leave my house. A week away from school earned me two weeks of "in-school suspension." Ten full school days I had to sit in a boxed-in desk, in a 6-by-20-foot room. Yellowing... Find Out More
you are riding home in the car of someone you call friend but really isn't, getting in much too late from the most recent party/rave/get-together that undoubtedly required you to exchange money for mediocore memories. your teeth are furry and your makeup is smudged and a mood clings to you like the smell of mud and piss and ash, a... Find Out More
Well fuck it, might as well make a post out of it it’s gotten long enough now.
There has been many phrases used here that are identified as being oppressive and offensive to sex workers. But don't worry I'm sure you all have your reasons.
The term "empowerment" as it relates to sex work do folks outside of the... Find Out More
Give Me Just One Good Reason
By Mary DuChene
Many days I get home from work and class at 3 p.m. and realize I haven’t had a chance to eat or pee since 7:30 in the morning. I pick up the mail and sometimes, if I am lucky, there’s a child support check. The last one was for $184.63. The check stub helpfully informs me that the non-... Find Out More
When I sat in my bathroom looking at the pregnancy test, all my worst fears were realized. Two pink lines stared back at me. I was numb.
The next few weeks were filled with conflicting emotions about the pregnancy. The things I knew about unwed young mothers weren’t good things. I knew how I looked upon girls I knew that got... Find Out More