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Cringing: The Space Between Memories and Shuddering

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In 1978, when I was 15 years old, I was introduced to my high school boyfriend’s aunt and uncle for the first time. It was summer. I wore shorts and a tube top with an open shirt over the tube top. I remember it well. They had just arrived and we were walking from his house. We met midway through the garage.  One side of my tube top had rolled down. I met his aunt and uncle with one of my...

Fell In A Hole: Amazing Graceless Rides Again

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Randy and I are not superstitious people. We don’t throw salt over our shoulders or worry about bad luck coming from broken mirrors or walking under ladders. We don’t even knock on wood. Hell, once I even got married on Friday the 13th. I mean, it didn’t work out. And that guy is dead now. But still. That being said, we’ve come to dread the month of January, because for a...

End-Of-The-Year-Mortality Anxiety

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Starting another year. 2022. That was interesting. I’m hoping 2023 gives us a little light at the end of the tunnel. And the end of the tunnel, will be a land of multiple orgasms and cotton candy. Or something like that. I go through end-of-the-year mortality anxiety every fucking year. This year was awful. I am much better now. I’m not less scared to die or less worried I’m...

Michelle

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