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.”
Faded Dreams, Teen Pregnancy, & Anxiety Overload
What happens when teenage dreams are replaced with stretch marks, sleepless nights, and anxiety overload? This raw journal entry from The Hollow Quill explores teen pregnancy, rebuilding after trauma, and how women rise from the rubble stronger than ever. If you’ve ever had to reinvent yourself after life flipped the script, this story is for you.
Growing Up Latina in the 90s: Curly Hair, Culture Shock & Finding My Voice
Sexually confused… Still are??
You can’t imagine your life without the over-sprayed musky scent of Drakkar entering the room before your crush. Or the thought of never experiencing the feeling of an unsheathed penis sliding into your pleasure box ever again tragic is unimaginable.
Yet, you have questionable obsession with lesbian porn.
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.”
Meeting Your Inner Wild Child - Mine? She’s Crazy, Curly, & C✨ty.
“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.”
