Entry Eight: Right from Wrong & Hanes Her Way
"TIME TO HIKE MY HANES HER WAY
GRANNY PANTIES ABOVE MY C-SECTION SCAR AND CALL IT A
FUCKING DAY..
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DO UNTIL MY ANXIETY KICKED IN WEARING PLATFORM
HEELS WHILE LIGHTING MY
NERVOUS SYSTEM ON FIRE LIKE IT WAS 1997 AND SOMEONE JUST PLAYED BOYS II MEN OVER A SLOW-MOTION BREAKUP SCENE.
TERRIBLE, I KNOW."
Entry Seven- Holiday Jitters, Diabetes, & The Holy Spirit
“As the kids got older I stopped giving a shit about baskets. I upgraded to gift bags because I refuse – REFUSE – to keep buying grass filler that will haunt anyone like a post-Christmas pity fuck accompanied by an STD from your hometown crush – and once stud.”
Manifest. Mourn. Masturbate. Repeat: A Midlife Awakening
“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.”
