I’m swiftly approaching my 30th birthday, and a person very close to me recently convinced me to revisit my relationship with horror films.
I think you deserve to enjoy how it feels when you and a partner enthusiastically consent to each other.
I knew nothing about the events of Mrs. America until I started watching the show.
It is the impact I do have, however small, that I turn my focus to. The impact of an average, ordinary person.
But while I can divvy everything up into silly little periods to fit this equation, I know it’s nothing more than a joke for entertainment’s sake, because seven years is such an arbitrary marker of change.
What makes me feel sexy is anything that makes me feel like me. Whoever it is I want to be that day.
I don’t think I’d be able to pick you out from anyone else meeting that description.
Could cooking be as easy as they make it look in my Facebook newsfeed?