Published by admin on March 9, 2019

Leaky

  I wonder: what’s it like to leak?   I don’t leak. I don’t have an open wound, susceptible to foreign objects— unwanted objects.   Nothing penetrates me.   Impenetrable— the credo of the male species.   What’s it like to walk through this world with a hole that can bleed without provocation?   What’s…

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