He whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell
anyone. I know you’re a nice girl.” Damn
right, I thought. I am a nice woman. I am a nice woman who loves her family
and her friends. I am a nice woman who
goes to work and school. I am a nice
woman who has sex when she wants. I am a
nice woman kisses a man when she wants. And what are you? A man? Does that mean you don’t have to be nice?
Sunday, March 2, 2014
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