When an artery in someone's head bursts, there's very little that can prepare you.
I couldn’t protect my brothers from my dad, so what good was I?
I thought escorting would buy me freedom. But it was one of my clients who taught me that I already had all the freedom in the world.
I didn't think of myself as a pretend vegetarian lying to my friends. I told myself that I was just a vegetarian who kept having meat accidents with my mouth.
Sitting here in this dark, cramped cage, unable to sleep, haunted by these reminders of what brought me here, I can't help but hate myself for what I did.
In San Francisco's shitstorm of a housing market, the landlords who purchased homes before prices exploded now have the opportunity to cash in.
"I used to imagine how I'd win street fights in my head, or how I'd never get hurt from drunkenly climbing that scaffolding, but the crash changed all that."
Here's a brief list of things that I'm finding impossible right now: looking good, having sex, maintaining friendships, having decent self-esteem, and having hope for the future.
I didn't want to be a homewrecker. But that's how a lot of people see it.
After a chance encounter with a Black Panther, my father embarked on the adventure of his life—an adventure that led him as if by fate to my mother.
Overcoming the condition that makes sex as painful as the very first time, every single time.
Irritable Bowel Syndrome is the medical equivalent of an unlikeable extended family member. It isn't life-threatening, but it's annoying as hell and you can't really get rid of it.