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Losing My Innocence. {poetry}

Unlike losing my virginity... I lost my innocence in the desert amongst 100,000 people, but in a sacred temple of sharing with one.

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I Want You: I Can’t Say It Any Other Way.

I want to kiss you on your forehead, and you to kiss me on my lips. I want us to really feel one another again. This fire can never die.

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Peace Poetry: I Do Not Have to Do Everything My Mind Tells Me To.

I made peace with myself when I asked for help. When I started showing my face in the waiting room even though you expected me not to.

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Swim Me Home. {poetry}

I kissed you before I kissed you. In how I hated waiting. When I went home that night and played through all other possible scenarios in my head.

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I Am Wild: A Feminist Love Letter. {poetry}

I will dance naked around this fire, and hold you to my skin when the wind blows just right. Do not ask me to be nice and quiet. I am wild.

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Ask for My Permission and Watch Me Melt: A Compilation of First Kisses and Enthusiastic Consent.

I guess I don’t have much to add to the discussion that hasn’t already been said, but can we please just stop teaching our boys that the only option is to consistently be on the hunt? Like, with a little softness, the gazelle will come to you very willingly, the kink can come later.

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My First Time.

I will continue to have to hear advice like, “Men don’t like women who wear a lot of makeup,” “Don’t swear, it’s not lady-like,” or “If you value yourself, you won’t give it all away in one night.” I can’t help but wonder what ‘firsts’ the rest of my life will hold.

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Don’t Ask Me My Sign. {poetry}

Don’t ask me about my sun, my moon, my stars; Don’t think they will teach you my triumphs and scars. The truth you are seeking won’t come in a word. The secrets I’m keeping will speak when I want them heard. Don’t ask me my sign -- no, don’t ask me that yet.