I’ve long gone quiet as members of my Party are painted as racists, bigots, and terrible people. It wasn’t enough that the silent majority showed up on Election Day and blew your minds to say “we’re here, we’re relevant”, the Republican personality is still constantly under fire.
Thank you grams. Thank you for paving the way for me. I vote because of you. I made choices about my body because of you. I served on a jury because of you. I am a boss. I can say no to my husband. There are so many things I can do as a woman, because of your contributions to the fight for equality.
“I had been broken up with my boyfriend for about 2 weeks when I started to feel some breast soreness. I was familiar with the signs of early pregnancy because of my line of work. I help women, who have been struggling their entire reproductive lives to have a baby.”
The Girl With The Reputation isn’t clueless. She’s heard the truths, the lies, and the rest of the chatter that falls in the gray area between the two.
There is evil in the beauty that surrounds us.
Being frightened of us is the most rational thing in the world.
You could have been the light in my life and I stopped you from getting in. I am so sorry for making you pay for what I did.
The three of us stood on the edge of the forest, the cusp of legend. This was the last place where the bones of Jack the pirate were ever seen.
On October 16th, 2009, a boy by the name of Finn Carlton walked into the band room of my high school and closed the door behind him. He pulled a pistol from his coat pocket and fired six shots. Then he tied his belt around a pipe on the ceiling and hanged himself.
I was a thirteen-year-old boy, in a nice house on the hilly outskirts of a Colorado mountain town. The streets were engulfed in trees, and there were no homes within a quarter mile of my own.