The Truth Is, I’m Actually Happy Being Single
Despite what some seem to think, I’m perfectly content being a single woman.
Despite what some seem to think, I’m perfectly content being a single woman.
Picture yourself standing in front of a mirror. Next, imagine you don’t recognize your reflection.
We might all come across pain and heartache again, and it’s okay. We might all fall for the wrong person again, and it’s okay.
I was 14 when I fell in love. Not with a girl, but with a sport.
Most of us have never literally worshipped a phallus, but historically, penises have been the focus of much religious veneration.
We all want a little spice in our life; a reprieve from the daily grind, whether it be going to whichever university you belong to, or a 9-to-5 job you can’t stand but stay in because of the decent pay.
I’m a white male and I understand my privilege. I realize how lucky I am to not be a woman.
The beauty here is the stories being told are mostly applicable and relatable to teens. No need to look for symbolisms here, they’re just simple stories with great impact. Who knows, there’s a story that’s perfect for you.
I don’t know what the hell to do. I feel like I don’t have a lot of options here, and no one’s as concerned as I am. Or concerned at all.
I saw I had one new message in my inbox from a company called Electric Solutions Of Texas. I’d never heard of them before. The email was a job offer for an entry-level electrician to work third shift hours at a substation.