the life and musings of a kinky slut
I can remember when I first learned the term “passing.” It was during a history class in middle school. I was in the seventh grade and a cute male teacher was talking about African American history during slavery. He mentioned how there were slaves who worked in the home, often the children of the master, […]
He came home, because he forgot his lunch, and started fucking talking. Seriously? He was still on the clock at work, and I was just trying to hold it all together. In about fifteen minutes, I’m leaving to have lunch with my father. It’s a little early (as in date wise), but it’s for my […]
Every time I walk into my apartment, I hope for two things: 1) my ex and his mother will no longer be here or 2) if they are present, he’s in the computer room and she’s in his room. The thing I hate the most about my current situation is my lack of isolation. Often, […]