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A True Conversation I Had With My Very Woke Baby After Hillary Clinton's Historic Win

Last night, my two-year-old son and I watched Hillary Clinton deliver her historic victory speech on CNN, me sucking down a double bottle of Pinot Grigio through two straws I jammed together; my gifted child guzzling milk from both of my desiccated breasts. (How can I tell him no? He’s a growing boy, thirsty for…

How Hallucinogens and a Porn Shoot Saved My Relationship and Postpartum Sanity 

If there were an award for feeling most conflicted about porn, I’d take the cake, or maybe the creampie. Despite peddling sex and other bodily wares in various capacities for almost a decade, I’m not so keen on porn, at least the mainstream stuff. It feels reductive and hollow—an apologist for the male gaze, as I’m…

When I was 7 years old, my foot was swallowed by a mechanical monster.

1993 was a wild year for my family. We were living in Wageningen, The Netherlands. The town was perfect. I went to school and was forced to speak Dutch (although I never became thoroughly fluent in the language, I could understand it and translated for my family). My whole family was in heaven. We loved life, we were…