Oh, geez.

Oh, geez.

She stands and wipes at her brow. Sticky, a dark black substance dabs off on her fingertips. What. The. Hell, she thinks curiously to herself. She turns and checks the rest of her physical state. Disheveled, a foot not shod reveals the wiggle of her toes. That. Is. Good, she decides confusedly to herself. Read more

She sneaks; she shoves.

She sneaks; she shoves.

Breaking it in is the best way, she knows, to really get to know a new sex toy. This time, the lucky toy is the Ultra Deep, silicon with ribbed glass boning, in a deep, deep, purple. The glass innards can easily slip out of the thing if playtime is less rough. For now, she’ll settle for getting a quick mouthfeel of the thing. Read more

Leaving Means Arriving

Leaving Means Arriving

She never wanted to be here in the first place, so yea, she’s glad to be leaving, but then the reality of the situation dawns on her. Leaving here means arriving somewhere else and that elsewhere is somewhere she also does not know whether or not she will like. She just wants to go nowhere. She wants to be nowhere. And perhaps, this idyllic place is exactly all of the things that she knows she will love and want to be … stay … forever in this place that embodies all of the things she needs in a place with nothing she doesn’t want. Read more

Now, Also Forever: An Adoptee’s Complex

Now, Also Forever: An Adoptee’s Complex

This may sound like a really strange thing to say, but I’ve recently come to terms with the fact that I’m an adult. Maybe the notion of realizing something so obvious doesn’t actually sound that ridiculous. Maybe my peers have recently felt or currently feel this way. Maybe other already-deemed-adult adults felt this way in the past. Maybe other aspiring adults have yet to feel this way. Nevertheless, the feeling remains, and I exist not under any delusion that I am unique or special in this feeling. My feeling, however, includes a unique but not altogether special quality; I am a Korean adoptee. Maybe you’ve heard of us?  Read more

For the Nth Time

For the Nth Time

We stole wifi yesterday. We stole free wifi. A search guilded from an attempt to be known, classified into two distinct options: With or Without Work. To condense the self into a few neatly aligned pixels, organized by skill and opportunity, arranged where the light shines brightest. The only thing to be trusted is the word of a self-proclaimed liar.

She cries aloud, “Why didn’t we … ?” He chuckles aloud, “It was time to grow up, live a different type of life, to go after the life we want.”  Read more