Sexually Harassed At The Cinema
When I was fifteen, I used to spend a lot of time at the movie theater. Alone. I would skip school and take the bus to the mall where I’d spend the day seeing the same film over and over until it was safe to go home (that’s how I saw Madagascar so many times). One particular day, I was waiting in line to get a ticket and this tall, wide, peculiar guy kept looking at me. He was probably in his late thirties and a few people behind me. I noticed him because I was always looking around to make sure I wasn’t being watched (which probably got me watched even more). I made the mistake of looking back three times and, on the third time, he squinted and gave me one of those upturned nods. I ignored it, got my ticket, and went inside. I saw him in the reflection of one of the poster display cases, still watching me. It was really strange.
I Wrote Sailor Moon Fanfiction
The first fanfiction that I ever wrote was for Sailor Moon. I was eleven and had been writing stories for three years — mostly horror (zombies, vampires, and slashers) and fantasy (dragons, magic, and elves). I started watching Sailor Moon on Cartoon Network after school. It had ended its original run by the time I discovered it, but I treated it like it was brand new. I told my friends about it in class, wrote down the names of all the sailor scouts, descriptions of their hair colors and powers, and dreamed up epic battles, storylines, and misadventures. My sisters and I argued about who was the best (Mercury for me, Mars and Jupiter for them) and whether or not Serena and Tuxedo Mask would end up together. We did not have any Sailor Moon dolls or figurines so we could not act out our original stories, which we did with other toys like beanie babies, Barbie, and action figures, and my appetite for the characters and their world grew untended.
The Life Of Alma
2002 Alma awoke that hot July morning to the muffled tunes of Marvin Gaye from the next room, the scents of bacon and warm toast, the clammy feeling of sweat in her armpits and between her thighs, and, most aggressively, but not most presently, the rattling of the half busted fan in the window across the room. It was the smell of bacon that was most apparent to her and she chose to fixate on that as she kicked herself out from beneath the sheet.
Gaming In Adulthood
(Originally penned 11/9/2019 - updated 12/5/2021) I have been an avid gamer since I was nine years old. I might be enjoying games now more than ever before.
Bring Meaning Back Into Your Life
Is what you’re currently doing for a living what you want to be doing with your life? Without needing to give the question a second thought, most people would answer with a resounding “no”.
I’ve Written An Unpublishable Manuscript
I’ve written an Ethnic, LGBTQ / Transgender, Period-Specific, Literary Fiction Romance Novel which includes the words fuck 125 times, shit 79 times, bitch 32 times, underground Ballroom House Culture-specific terminologies like banjee cunt and trade, and does not shy away from depictions of sex and violence.