For reference, see character thumbnails. [Nell’s childhood bedroom; night; NELL is pacing and mumbling agitatedly; she hears a knock at her door; she goes to answer it] NELL: [disbelieving] William Farris is knocking. Now he’s in my room. [WILL starts to come in but NELL makes to send him out] WILL: C’mon, Nell, don’t be … Continue reading The Linguist (Scene 7)
Last night, I was undressing my infant daughter to get her ready for her bath. This is a nightly ritual where I nibble on her feet, play "This Little Piggie Went to Market," blow raspberries on her tummy, tickle her ribs, and, yes, pinch her teeny, tiny bare booty. That last part shocked my sister. … Continue reading Being a Mother in a World that Sexualizes Female Bodies
Who was it that said the best lover is the man that can thrill you by kissing your forehead? Audrey? Marilyn? His fingers caressed my palm, somewhere no one had cared to touch me, and I was thrilled, in the pit of my stomach, my heart squeezing with desire -induced pangs, my skin alive and … Continue reading Itching
"Could she even seek her dinner in a tavern or roam the streets at midnight?" -"Shakespeare's Sister," from A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf (Helpful links to learn more: wiki page /spark notes / full text) Woolf is pointing out the dangers of living alone in the city as a woman. Even in … Continue reading What was Virginia Woolf Wearing?
I recreated myself, unintentionally, through motherhood at age 20. Having never planned on children at any stage, my pregnancy came as an unwelcome surprise. I worried what my father would think, how I would handle my course load and my finances, that I would have to get an episiotomy. I mostly worried that I would … Continue reading I Recreated Myself
In light of Turner just being released from jail after serving only 3 out of his 6 month sentence, I thought I would leave this here-- It is ridiculous to me that this athlete, Stanford student, white male, young man rapist has received such a lenient sentence (especially in the state of California -- a … Continue reading The Long Term Ramifications of Brock Turner’s Lenient Sentence
I sit on the tailgate of an old Ford F150, its paint peeling in multiple places, drinking cheap beer out of a red Solo cup. I start scanning the crowd and stop at a girl in skinny jeans and a tattered hoodie, huddled over a full cup. She’s small, almost boyishly thin, but that just … Continue reading Stranger
"I wanna fuck you so bad." Fingers creep into my hair, tugging, pulling my neck back at an uncomfortable angle to plant a perfunctory kiss to distract from a wandering hand that grabs my own and places it on a bare crotch then slowly moves up and down, up and down, until the fingers close around … Continue reading Degradation