Day Four: Mixtapes, Delusions, & Death By Cooter Consumption
“A FULL-GROWN ADOLESCENT DEMIGOD WITH A JAWLINE THAT MAKES ME WISH I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING IN THE SACK BACK THEN.
FROM WHAT MY EXTREMELY VIVID IMAGINATION COULD TELL… A PERFORMANCE SO INTENSE IT WOULD END IN DEATH BY SUFFOCATION VIA COOTER CONSUMPTION.
NEVER GIVING HIM THE CHANCE TO GRADUATE — AND HONESTLY? TOTALLY WORTH IT.”
Day Three: Crazy, Curly, Cunty
“WHY DID SHE OFTEN FEEL ALONE? WHY DID SHE THINK GETTING PREGNANT AT SIXTEEN WAS GOING TO UNLOCK SOME KIND OF DEEP, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE SHE WAS MISSING? WHY DID SHE OFTEN LOOK TO MEN FOR A COMFORT THAT LASTED A MERE FORTY SECONDS– JUST LONG ENOUGH FOR MY EX-HUSBAND TO NUT.”
Day Two: Manifesting. Mourning. Masturbating. Repeat.
“I HAD A HEART-TO-HEART WITH MY PHYSICIAN RECENTLY AND EXPLAINED TO HER THAT THERE IS ONE THING IN LIFE I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. AND THAT MY FRIENDS ARE ORGASMS...
THE FACT THAT MY ANTI-ANXIETY MEDICATION LIKES TO NUMB MY CLITORIS, ISN’T A WIN IN MY BOOK. I’D RATHER LIVE WITH MY ANXIETY AND JERK OFF ALL DAY WITH SOME ACTUAL FEELING IN MY GENITALS. LIFE IS SHORT, AND ORGASMS ARE SACRED.”
