Tatiana Pérez

The Pulse shooting was not a function of Islam, or fundamentalism, or terrorism.

Fuck any man who sees only the contour of your person. Fuck any man who—in passing—makes you feel like you barely exist. You exist. You’re solid, you’re whole, and I see you.

“Middle fingers up, put them hands high / Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye”

“If you only last 3 mins, that’s not sex. I might as well finger myself in the bathroom at work! Boy bye!”

“Your orgasm is just as important as important as his.”

The personal anecdote MONSTER. Like no, Daniel, I do NOT care about a weird conversation you had with your grandpa about your dad and neither does literally a single soul here.

Single you is the realest you. It’s you untangled by someone’s else’s vision of you.

Beg for no man’s attention.

“Not gonna lie, the one and only time a woman has licked my butthole was pretty turnt.”

“Independence, independence, independence. I want me an independent woman.”

“A finger in the butt, to my great surprise, is extremely pleasurable.”

“Someone who’s in touch with his feminine side. And doesn’t act like he’s never seen period blood.”

Late at night and in the morning, when I wish your body was close to mine.

BURN SOMETHING.

It is all too easy to remember relationships as romantic illusions of what they actually were.

You have this lovely, romantic idea of what a “good” breakup might look like. You’d wish each other the best after having beautifully tragic breakup sex. It’d be fucking poetic.

You WILL be up in the gym. You WILL kill it at school/work. Because ain’t no man gonna ruin you.

“I told him he’d find his belongings scattered all over Midtown…”