A Symbol of My Selflove
Ishaan’s mother refused to come downstairs to our Christmas party, pouting in her room for the evening instead. “She doesn’t feel like we’re welcoming her,” Ishaan hissed at me as our guests arrived. Towards the end of the evening ten or so of us began playing that...
Free to Be Hair Positive
“And extra cheese on the large pizza, please,” said the woman. I added the changes to their order, and tried to make the action of pushing my pelvis forward so that my pubic mound might brush against the lower part of the counter – even for a second of relief...
Claiming Myself Was Difficult
“Your body is like two different bodies put onto one,” he said. At that time, he was the hottest guy I’d ever dated. Tall, blonde, bright blue eyes. I was 27 and my family loved him. “Your upper body is so tiny, bony even, and your lower body is like kinda big,” he...