The first time Farley went to the gynecologist, she was nowhere near as blasé. She picked at the appointment like a half-healed scab, and ran to her mother every time it hurt. Her mother, to her credit, did her best to assuage her daughter’s worries and fears, but a mother’s assurances can only do so…
Category: Graphite Smears
My writing – dribbles, drabbles, odds and ends, bits and bobs.
Swimming In NYC
Originally posted on capital2apple:
My Dearest Jane, I know you are no longer in the dating game, but I am, and I feel the need to commit to paper the things I have learned. As you know, it has been two years since my last emotional entanglement, and as a result I have been…
Sensible
You can tell a true office worker, who has been working in the business a while by her shoes. She’s smart and despite her pretty, flattering dress and matching jewelry, her feet are clad in practical running shoes with cute rainbow striped socks. Her sensible or maybe sexy heels are tucked away either in the…
Hey God, are you there? It’s me, Michelle
Hey God, I know you’ll never give me more than I can handle, but you could please stop fucking trusting me so much? I need a fucking break. All the love and respect, Overwrought Raised Catholic
It’s a Gift
Please welcome Farley to our family! Farley liked to think she was conversationally gifted and she liked to share this gift with others as often as possible. She had a way with the English language that most people could only dream of having. Growing up, she had been the nerdy asshole who called people…
Family Feels
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Jane, I never knew how much I would miss our family until I moved to New York City. You graduated from college and went straight to Utah. You were always so desperate to come home and see everyone and I never really understood it. I was constantly back and…
Solitary
Bright, florescent pink running shoes and it looks like he’s not wearing socks, but maybe just really really low cut peds. Dark grey sweatpant shorts with a white drawstring. The exposed legs between sneakers and shorts are covered in long, dark hair. He’s wearing a body armor long sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed up….
Dear Sexist Asshole
Dear Sexist Assholes: Enough is ENOUGH! I have had it with your motherfucking opinions all up in my motherfucking vag. Everybody strap in! (gets up on stage) I’m about to open some fuckin’ minds. Always my own, A woman on the edge
Playlist 9 – Impressions, D7
Playlist: Depressed Song: Unseen by Katie Armiger The Wrong Attention Blindfolded by your own stupidity. Outstretched hands groping for answers. Glass between us. Hand to hand, but not touching. Bulletproof, shatterproof, soundproof, thick, but thin and you slide down that glass wall and passed through it easily into another’s arms. Am I so unworthy? Should…
Sing for the Next Life, Sing for this Life
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Libby, Today I did something I have not done since we lived under the same roof. I sang while doing the dishes. There was no music. The audience was limited to the cats and kitchen appliances. All were kind as the words of my favorite songs slowly rose from…
Nap Time Corner
That corner over there is the nap time corner. Four people with their eyes closed trying to catch a few more moments of rest before they have to rush rush rush around all day. Maybe one of them is actually heading home having worked all night and is pre-empting sleep, giving hirself a little preview…
Dear Bitchy Prudes
Dear Bitchy Prudes, It’s none of your damn business if my breasts “pop” out of my dress. I do not appreciate your concern and I do not need it. I know my limits and I very rarely exceed them. If my boobs do happen to “pop” out – too fucking bad. It’s not like…
Little Gentian 