A Peach For Breakfast
An old post for a new prompt uncovered the purity of my emotion & unabashed sensuality before I met moral policing. But I still like a good peach.
An old post for a new prompt uncovered the purity of my emotion & unabashed sensuality before I met moral policing. But I still like a good peach.
I feel like I’m a different person out in the world. I enjoy dressing up because I love the reactions of the world to my style. It’s not always positive. I also find ridicule, envy, shaming & other things. Each is a reaction, a conversation with society, with humanity in…
We don’t love people because they deserve it. We love people because we deserve it. These are our depths.
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
Flirting feels like a party I wasn’t invited to. A concert playing all around me & everyone’s vibing, except me.
Our political beliefs come from deeply ingrained personal affections, loyalties and yes, traumas.
I wrote to all the guys who list ‘long drives’ as what they like on dating apps
Bombay Begums follows a formula of casting, tropes & production values. But it brings up some interesting questions.
What makes a person a good conversationalist?
Is Women’s Day feminist or the exact opposite?