I felt awful about hurting my mother. I still do.
I was so desperate for male attention that I didn’t notice the warning signs as they came along. But I should have.
It's something that I still carry with me to this day.
But whatever you do, don't get bangs. Please.
She asked incredulously, "Your...girlfriend? Like you dated a woman?!" I nodded.
What was the likelihood that I would get pregnant after the first couple of times of having sex?
"You are a 'smart and educated' woman," he said, "You should know better."
Beta, this is how it is. Beta, you just have to accept things. Beta, you live there now we can't do anything for you.
Guess who pining now? That's right! MOI!
Life is so fucking short and we can only get so many orgasms in, so get it going!
I feel like I'm slowly becoming more and more disconnected from my Arab roots.
Privacy? Space? Unheard of.