truth will prevail
I watched the fireworks that night through the window of my wife's room at the hospital.
I watched the fireworks that night through the window of my wife's room at the hospital.
The girls always told me that I was persuasive, and then one told me it was just because I was a stuffed bear disguised as a boy.
I go to the library every weekend, just to see if we run into each other again.
I tried to write a story but I couldn't word it in such a way that I wouldn't be afraid she'd see it.
At 15, I was old enough to pay for all my own things, take the bus alone, and hold two jobs, but I still couldn't go out with my friends after 9:30.
The flutes could only watch the tenor saxophones and trombones brawl, and wish their instruments were bigger.
She ruined my haircut within four seconds of making her first snip.
I remember the sex, it's you name I've forgotten.
My face looks exactly like my mother's did, before a head-on collision with a drunk driver led to her complete facial reconstructive surgery.
My ex-boyfriend told me that he got an erection off killing squirrels.
I began my gender transition from female to male on December 13, 2002, with my first dose of testosterone and since then I've gone through puberty again, only to become male in society.
As I was a suicidal, gay teen, I sometimes wish I'd get HIV so I'd be spared having to think of a future I'm not sure I ever wanted.
And then he told me he would have dated me if he had known I was just as easy as the girl he is currently dating.
I've been living with my college roommate for two days now, and we haven't spoken more than three words to each other.
I stood there, dazed, when my mother told me my 14-year-old sister looked like a whore with the makeup she wore.
It was only after adopting a cat that I realized I was more of a dog lover at heart.
You should have seen the looks on their faces when I, the girl who abhors underage drinking, announced that one of my goals in life is to try Canadian beer.
I went to the doctor to find out why I had cold that wouldn't go away and a cut that wouldn't stop bleeding, and I left with several appointments for chemotherapy.
He would kiss my forehead and move my hair from my eyes in a way that will be forever with me even though he is gone.
I can finally relate to the song "Summer Lovin," from Grease thanks to Captain Steve.
My incompetent coworker is telling anyone who will listen that she was written up because of me, even though I didn't even work here then.
I recently had some Beefaroni that was completely devoid of beef.
The last night of camp, when the counselor announced "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands," no one clapped, but one kid did flip him off.
I spend every day hoping someone in my community dies so that I can finish my 10-funeral-observation before I go back to school in August.
After three years of waiting, I never imagined how incredible that first kiss would be.
My two-year-old was trying to say "I'm stuck," but I thought she said "I'm a duck" and spent the next five minutes playing along and making "quacking" sounds.
I said I couldn't believe he would rather be remembered as a racist than a homosexual and got the answer that he would be remembered as both of these, and a coward.
I realized that not only was my diagnosis unnoticed by most people I encountered, but when it was pointed out to them they accepted it not as fact but as my opinion.
As a toddler, I went to Wal-Mart, saw my first black person, and promptly shouted that it was Lavar Burton from Reading Rainbow.
My very married, sixty-year-old father obviously doesn't know that you can search by e-mail address on Myspace since he has a page that says he's thirty, single, and there for "dating."
Tomorrow we will drive our son to college, get him set up in his dorm room, marvel at what a great school he will be attending, help him settle in, hug and kiss him goodbye and then cry the entire way home, the backseat entirely too empty.
I just found out that my thirty-year old trailer trash cousin is dying of cancer and all I can think of is "Good riddance."
The next morning she told me she was married, and I told her that I was in her geography class 8 years ago.
I told my three year old son that he was putting his shoes on the wrong feet and he responded that they were the only feet that he had.
Every one tells me, "at least you didn't get her pregnant," and I wonder if that is a good thing.
I realized my self-esteem could use a boost when I seriously considered starting up a conversation with my creepy stalker, just to hear nice things said about me.
Much like the song written by "Garbage," I am always happy when it rains.
Every time he tells me that by not making a choice I am actually making a choice, I want to take his face and grind it into the floor before tearing his clothes off and smothering him with kisses.
6 years ago today I could have died but didn't and no one seems to care but me.
I told my boss that I joined cross country and the yearbook club at school so I don't have to work so much.
"I'm not your mother," I said, and he replied "I'm pretty sure that you are."
By the time she was eleven, I was dismayed to realize that, instead of being the best available antidote to my chronic existential angst, she was developing into its second-generational embodiment.
The one thing I don't like about being an adult is the people always want to have serious, meaningful conversations.
He's dead, he's been dead 30 years, he will stay dead, deal with it and move on.
"Cheating" makes it sound like there's malice and intent to deceive, but it's really more "stepping out," where I just need some fresh air.
The lady made some racist comment, so all the black people took turns spitting in her food.
The psychiatric hospital wasn't as weird as I expected it to be, which disturbed me all the more.
Unless she could come up with another five dollars and some odd cents within two weeks, Whiskers had to deal the fact that I'd accidentally purchased dog food.
While eating artichokes, one of his favorite dishes, Daddy told us how one night out walking he'd found a shoebox on the pier in Panama and when he opened the lid, inside was a dead baby.
The first time a boy told me he loved me, I laughed and said, "No, you don't."
I'm still trying to work out whether "I want to say I love you but that's too heavy" is the same as "I love you."
When I look at my husband's best friend and my son's teacher making goo-goo eyes at each other, I get a great deal of satisfaction out of knowing that I was the one who brought them together.
Vomiting in the middle of a club was a mistake in itself, but then the biggest mistake of all i feel, was asking the man in the kebab shop if my breath stank.
As they sit and think they are better, I take away their food and never have felt smarter.
I informed my husband that I wanted a divorce after he told me that he doesn't like marshmallows.
We were getting along really well until I leaned over and vomited on his feet.
A perfect day for me would be one that ends without someone being forced to say, "At least you can learn from your mistakes."
Somehow, I landed one of the coveted single rooms on campus, but it's only made me more nervous about being isolated and antisocial 1500 miles from home.
She smells like something unidentifiable from childhood.
Rod Stewart and I are the only two people who have ever felt this way.
After I hadn't heard from you in a while, I looked you up, and found out you had died in a motorcycle accident eight months ago.
I recently found out that the pawn shop I frequented is actually run by the Mafia and I was rather good friends with the owner.
I hate when you make references to our past casual affair because I fucking miss you and because it makes me want to kick you in the teeth.
The first time i rang directory enquiries and they said "Name," I gave them my own and was given my own telephone number
Rather than have the same pointless and one-sided conversation I'd suffered through so many times before, I gambled and told him I had become a Buddhist.
The first time my parents found gay porn on the computer, I cried and said I was just jealous of their bodies, and how I wasn't thin like those boys on the Internet.
Although I could have stopped him, I let him run into the tree.
I looked up at his face, dripping sweat onto mine and suddenly looking so much older, and wondered if I was a better lover than my mother.
It's nice when someone hands you a present and you realize that though you forgot your own birthday, someone else remembered.
Sitting at the table, I begged to be told the answer I already knew, but didn't want to hear.
The typo on the Chinese food take-out menu claimed that their Garlic Shrimp contained "flesh mushrooms," and now I can't eat there without giggling like a twelve year old.
I hate to play cards when I'm drunk, because I always lose.
One of the most humiliating moments of my life happened in front of my favorite musician, and the song he wrote about that moment is on his new album.
When the ER doctor told me that I had broken my hand, I knew that punching the wall had been a bad idea.
He was impressed with the profound and serious nature of my rant on relationships but all I did was pretend I was in a movie.
I didn't realize just how short I was until, during student teaching, I found myself asking my 4th graders to reach things for me.
I cried as we were married, but he wanted the cheaper insurance rates.
I have suicidal thoughts almost daily, but I don't do anything about them because I've only got two months left in the Marine Corps, and I'm hoping that's the problem.
Visiting Virginia, I thought the grocery clerk was calling my newborn son precious when in fact she was telling me in her southern drawl to "press yes" on the keypad.
I had to forgive my mom for using the duct tape, or else suffer the same fate.
When you broke up with me, all I could remember was how her kisses always left a bad taste in my mouth.
The first step towards developing an eating disorder is realizing that whenever someone tells you how thin you're looking, the dirty bastard is lying.
My dad came to one of our high school track meets and I finished last in the 1000 meter run.
I lost a huge chunk of my thumb, which is better than the foot I could have lost had I let it drop.
After you didn't respond to my text, IM, comment, post, missed call, voice mail, and message, I realized you really didn't want to do hookah with me.
Every book I have ever read was made up of single sentences.
I was molested for 8 years by my older brother, now he is leaving for iraq and I'm supposed to feel bad.
I stepped on a dandelion and cried for all the wishes that could have come true, if only I had taken the time to walk around.
My father is selling my home to move in with his new wife as I leave everything I've ever known behind.
I slammed my finger in the till at work today and told my boyfriend it would definitely have to be amputated at the shoulder.
I was scared when the security guard at the mall tried to help me, because ever since that night, I haven't been able to trust anyone in uniform.
After meticulously explaining the birds and the bees my little boy looked at his sister and asked me, "You had sex twice?"
Setting your textbooks on fire in a garbage can in your backyard is not a good idea.
My kittens are in the shower, trying to catch the drops falling from the shower head.
The minute you walked away, I knew you weren't a man.