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He Could Be #1
By Sammy Ginsberg could be that somebodyit feels sometimes I thinkbut oh my brain,‘is this how it feels to be held by the one‘my whole body feeling so at homeyet projection of futurecreates fear of rejection,of – is this what I think it is?Is this how it should feel?Am I just pretending?Is this even real?All…
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You Can Suck My Clit
By Sammy Ginsberg To me, love is accepting someone, it’s wanting the best for them even if you’re not what is best for them, it’s wanting to hear about their day and wanting to help them when they are down. “I love you, but I never fell in love with you.” What does it mean…
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Most Likely Bisexual
By Sammy Ginsberg I didn’t realize I was on a date with a girl until she said, “So my friend told me you might be interested in this being a date.” We’d been talking for nearly two hours at a pub. We both wore colorful clothes (in London, that’s big!), we both loved poetry, and…
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Was it My Fault?
By Sammy Ginsberg Sex has never been the same. It felt like a door that had always been there, but I couldn’t see it. After being raped, the door had been opened. Now it was always there, always something that could happen, always a fear. I didn’t know what to do with this knowledge. I…
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A Bad Sexual Experience
By Sammy Ginsberg After it happened, I told no one. When I shared what happened with my friends, I turned it into a joke. “And when I woke up in the morning, he was wanking off!” How my friends laughed. I completely skipped over what had happened the night before. It took me a few…
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Why Not to Drink Tequila
By Sammy Ginsberg He said he was a poet, and I was intrigued. I was wearing my “bad bitch” t-shirt, a crop top with flames on it, that is masculine, sexy, and ironic all at the same time. I felt great. We started to discuss poetry and writing, and walked next to each other as…
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The Definition of an Asshole
By Sammy Ginsberg It was one of Adam and mine’s mutual friend’s birthdays. Adam messaged the friend to check if I would be attending, and my friend intentionally said he didn’t know, knowing that I was going because he wanted to see some drama. That’s how Adam and I ended up at the same party…
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Ghosting
By Sammy Ginsberg I’ve been intentionally talking about stories from the past to delay discussing the present. The present is still painful. But I know I have to talk about it. My depression started because I was raped. By being raped, I was forced to acknowledge that my fear of upsetting people and my desire…
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High Desire for Sex
By Sammy Ginsberg After beautiful Auden boy made out with my friend on the dance floor, he avoided eye contact with me for the rest of the year. He knew that he had upset me, and instead of apologizing, he pretended I didn’t exist. My friend, on the other hand, felt so guilty. We met…