Gaby Dunn

You Were A Storm

Deep down, you know what you really are. And you can never be with me, because I also know what you really are.

We Can’t Talk About It

What are we even doing? I want to ask you. But I can’t even do that because it would break this spell we’ve woven around ourselves. Nothing is going on, because nothing is going on.

I Miss You Already

I miss you when I can’t see your funny toes. I miss you when your hair is in a knit cap. I miss you when you say you miss cigarettes because I’ve never seen you smoke one and who you are depends on when I met you.

Pubes Or No Pubes? Bring The Bush Back!

I can appreciate the worry some people have that young girls are putting themselves through pain and suffering simply because they are ashamed of their vaginas and want to make themselves “presentable” for their male partners.

On Quitting Self-Harm

I’m going to remove the stigma for a second. I used to self-harm. I used to cut up my stomach, my arms, and my ankles. And now I don’t anymore.

Let’s Skip Ahead To The Good Part

I want to get to the place where we move as a pair. Where you know to put my glasses on the nightstand and I know you’ll want a Cherry Coke when you get home from work.

Your Own Naked Body Could Ruin Your Life

Why is the line drawn at naked photos or sex tapes? Everyone is born with a body and yet showing it is a fine, socially acceptable reason to ridicule, mock and devalue someone and their accomplishments.

How To Be A Sister

It means defending someone, even as you slap them upside the head for being an idiot.