By the time I was twenty-three years old, I had absolutely no idea who I was and my life had completely fallen apart.
As I put on my hijab in his bathroom, I caught him looking at me.
She asked incredulously, "Your...girlfriend? Like you dated a woman?!" I nodded.
“You can’t fight with silence."
Now I don't want to dream of your shadow.
Californians out there: think long and hard before voting either way on Prop. 60 this election.
As a sex addict, “slut” is a dirty word that I quite like. It helps me embrace my hypersexuality and kinky fetishes in a way that makes me feel empowered.
My parents were ecstatic that I loved to read. Little did they know that it wasn’t my intellect that was growing as I read those books in my room, it was my erotic fantasies.
Surprise! I have to have balls of brass to have survived Egypt as a single independent woman, so you can talk to me.
I just kept thinking "Or, they could just not have sex at all." What, was that bad of me to say?