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The Woman on the Stage On burlesque, body image, and wondering what other women see when they look at you. I didn’t feel sexy. Let’s get that out of the way first. I was on my period. I was bloated. I was aching. I was hurting. Sexy was pretty much the last word I would…
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I hate cooking. I don’t know how to sew. I’m also a tad on the messy side. Guilty. My mom tried desperately to domesticate me, but I resisted tooth and nail. With the force of a thousand suns. Oh yes. I remember in high school (I was homeschooled), my mom gave me a sewing project…
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“Can I come over looking ugly?” That’s what I asked my best friend, Dejai. Not ugly, ugly. Not the kind that needs an apology or a warning label. I wasn’t a biohazard, by any means. It’s the ugly that happens when you’re struggling to take care of yourself. Where your hair is unwashed and doing…
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My Dad was a Vietnam veteran. He was drafted. Served two tours. Rear door gunner in the 101st Airborne. There were things you learned quickly to love a man who has seen war. A man who had the Grim Reaper on his right arm. A man whose cold stare would give you chills. I always…
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I almost told you I loved you. I don’t think I really do. I love the excitement of you.
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