Not so long ago I met a troll for the first time. Or I think I did. I’ve probably met others, but since they usually work in the shadows, their identity is anonymous. Trolls never show they are trolls. But this time we were living together.
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Sex scares me because it requires me to trust that someone can treat me with respect, despite the ways society has robbed me of my self-regard.
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Wounds and orifices are ruptures, openings, portals – bodily zones where our porousness is made gapingly clear. Contents pour in and out of them, entering and exiting for a range…
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