I miss the late nights; the times we’d scream out the lyrics to the same songs we had been singing for 4 years; piling into the…
I used to ask my boyfriends if they would still love me in the morning. I’d ask if they’d want me as badly at 2pm as…
In the words of my mother, “thank you for spending so much time with Willa.” I am not one for writing love notes. Until a year…
I wrote this 2 weeks ago and never posted it out of the fear that people would assume shit about me, my relationship, my life, whatever.…
Last week I saw a show about polyamory and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I think about it in relation to myself—how I have never…