"It's only noon and already today feels unbearable. I can't remember the last time I talked with my family. They seem very distant. I've been fielding hate mail all week and last night I was slut shamed which brings to mind a whole other kind of emptiness. I've had sex just twice this year, terrible sex with men I hardly knew. Drunk and awkward. I've not wanted to be touched by anyone but on occasion I've lost myself just enough to have some sort of pathetic carnal interaction. This weekend I got drunk with a bright eyed 22 year old named Kyle. We drank beer and smoked pot at the American legion hall underneath the bowling alley. I woke up the next morning in his bedroom at his mothers house (fully clothed) with his body tightly wrapped around mine. I thought I was suffocating and fled."
by Stacy Kranitz