Cut You Open, Crawl Inside

By Jia Sung for my piece.

The following is the result of me trying to fit a bunch of thoughts about love, sex, and intimacy into a single piece. It came out as a poem… or a list… or something. It’s a quick and probably painless read that dips into things like saying “I love you” too quickly, unfortunate standards around intimacy, and ineffective healing strategies.

Can I plz sleep inside ur skin, bb?

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My Only Strap-On Is a Chastity Belt: The Feared Year of Abstinence



I’m two weeks sober today. It’s not much, but I haven’t been clean for this long since last October.

And I haven’t experienced cravings like this since…. ever.

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