Bones.

I gave him the key this morning and it felt good not to worry about him finding any skeletons.

All the Single Ladies - The Atlantic

What a fantastic piece. I have not read an article that has given me a post-read shiver in quite a while. This took courage to write, and I think it needs to be shared. THIS is journalism.

"When Gloria Steinem said, in the 1970s, “We’re becoming the men we wanted to marry,” I doubt even she realized the prescience of her words...."

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All the Single Ladies - The Atlantic

Welp!

Stays.

Everyone has that one song.

Cougar

He had to sit beside her on the way there. She bought him drink after drink, and his presence made her feel younger. She looked aching to touch his strong, wide shoulders, and he had just enough of a beard for her to toy with the idea that his age was suitable.

And on the way home, here she goes again. Her hair is stiff with hair spray and gel. The kind of hair that always looks wet. She nurses her warm Corona that has been poured into a plastic cup that the airport has safety approved. She leans over towards him as close as she can. She inhales and her body inflates. She is thriving off his testosterone. This time he doesn't seem to be getting anything out of it. Maybe it is because I'm watching.

Sad life.

Believe in.

He believed my lies, but doesn't believe the truths. I just don't believe anything but you.

Allusion.

You're as welcome as cancer, but my door's always unlocked.