Illustration by Madison Safer
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E.P. Robles | Poetry
THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:
“I don’t care — I(can’t
)won’t so go away go away… 119 more words
2 weeks ago
Since my diagnosis of vulvodynia (which I wrote about in April) my situation has unfortunately continued to deteriorate. Each time it has felt like there has been some progress my positive feelings are swiftly shattered. 1,098 more words
3 weeks, 3 days ago
Three little things
This vulva. It makes me smile. It looks a bit like a potato but in the loveliest way. It was this image I chose to share my story. 21 more words
4 weeks ago
The diary of a socially awkward life.
I was a baby. Born with a vulva and an expectation of greatness.
I was my mother’s possession. She wanted the world to think SHE had the cutest, smartest, funniest child in this planet. 112 more words
1 month ago
Would love be, such a chicanery
A poser, for sundry smitten souls
And lovemaking, blue-penciled spree
A charade of, two rehearsed roles!
How abstract, is that passion’s creed… 73 more words
Disclaimer: if you’re offended by women talking openly about sex and masturbation, maybe this isn’t the place for you.
Growing up Catholic is a thing, ladies and gents. 314 more words
1 month, 1 week ago