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At what length of the skirt will she be "asking for it" pic.twitter.com/gbiA7cW77y

— Tyrantasorus (@tyrantasorus) April 20, 2016

Yesterday on Twitter, a handle called @EverydaySexism created a hashtag: 

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Letter to a young writer in NYC

…It’s funny you know, but it feels as though I have a better relationship with my father now he’s gone. Our relationship was always tumultuous. We loved each other as much as we disliked each other, and those are the most intriguing connections we share on earth; more so because the absence of say, romance, makes it even more questionable: why not simply cut off? 549 more words


Everything is for you

To write to you is butchery. I might as well take a carving knife and have a go at my thigh. I may as well make fillets of my tendons. 403 more words


A letter for old love

The sum of my years has been spent knowing your body and learning the puzzle of how we fit and connect into each other.

The plane of your flank flush with my arm.  191 more words


Let me kiss your knees, Helen of Troy


To tear myself away from you, or anything to do with you is nothing short of sinning. Your voice like a single melting marshmallow, like warm custard on the sides of a saucepan: soft, sweet, a mouth hug. 410 more words


Love like teeth

I don’t think it gets easier. I don’t think distances seem shorter with time, or that time frets less over the miles. The further you get the harder I fall. 381 more words


You bring out the man in me

You bring out the man in me
The muscle and the sinew of me
The ripping forearms and
Sweat-dotted brow of me.
You bring out the musk and the male… 224 more words