Everbody’s flirting, nobody’s fucking

Everbody’s flirting, nobody’s fucking

I swear we’ve all been trapped in the same bizarre dating purgatory for the last few years, pretending it’s normal. It’s that specific kind of situation where you talk every day, you know exactly what song makes them cry and what their coffee order is – you’ve...
It’s never just about the bra

It’s never just about the bra

The pink tape was cold when they handed it to me. It stretched from my hands, gently meeting the floor – a long, quiet ribbon of numbers, each one designed, I would come to understand, to reduce a body to a size. It was a midweek afternoon, quiet enough that you...