Who I am, has nothing to do with the body I live in. I don’t understand why gender is part of identity.
I’m looking for a place I once visited in a dreamIt made reality seem like the place I must wake fromAnd I’ve sleepwalked to it,ever since Join me?We’ll forge a path paved with wordsFollow a map marked with splintered dreamsAnd ride there on the motorbike of your Memphis (for WolfMamma)
My first days with a menstrual cup
We met for coffee recently. He was my first boyfriend and I, his first girlfriend. We were both 19 when we met and it was instant him-and-me at first sight. We’ve kept in touch and we catch up for a coffee and a chat on each other’s lives every couple…