I walked uneasily into the bar, well it was a poetry bar tonight. A bunch of men whistled as I came in, “Looking good sweetheart,” one catcalled. I turned in his direction, “Up yours, sweetheart.” I gave him the finger as the other guys laughed at him. Emboldened by their actions, I walked more steadily … Read moreMic Drop
Back 200 years ago in my early 20’s, I vaguely remember living life as an alcoholic party animal. There was a big girl who had her eyes on me like I was a pizza. Apparently, she used to drive by where I lived on a very regular basis and even looked through my bedroom windows … Read moreStage 5 Clinger!