Getting my hands dirty pt.1

I had always thought myself apolitical. I had always thought myself too pristine for the dirty game- or so it was called. I had always thought that my opinions did not matter, could not be heard, would not make a difference. But my friend and roommate during my internship year, helped me to see myself …

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She didn't wake me up with a kiss like she promised last night when we fell asleep in each other's arms.  The night had been fitful. I don't think it had anything to do with the thick aura of sexual tension pervading the little room where we shared a small mattress on the floor. I …

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