Dear Brussels, I wanted to like you the first time we met. Really. I did. I tried to revel in your vacuous corners and diplomatic-inspired boulevards. I tried to wrap my head around the…
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I suffered through Faolon’s humiliation with constant reminders that this would, in fact, be the last. I would never again feel his hands on my body. I would never feel his lips cup my…
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My time with Caleb felt like freedom. I was powerful. I could move about, play, touch, feel, smell, breath, without fear. The more I was able to feel this way, the less I could…
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I was lost to him for what seemed like a moment and forever all at the same time. His hands and my hands both explored the body opposite our own as if we were…