My face presses against the windowpane as the plane wheels hit the tarmac. I peer out at my […]
Author: Molly Geoghegan
On a sunny Sunday in Denver (with another Obvi Lady), I went to an art exhibition called “Her […]
When I left You asked if I wanted one of your shirts. You were surprised, I think To […]
If there’s one thing I learned from Feminist Theory class it is that feminism is malleable. It adapts […]
If sheets could speak, would they spill the secrets between them? The intimacy, secrecy of late night thoughts. […]
Consent is “to knowingly give explicit permission or agreement to sexual activity.”
I work from home which means, aside from my dog, I am entirely alone for about a third […]
“Have you ever felt like your own country just doesn’t represent you?” My friend asks me this while […]
“No one is looking at you,” I assure myself for the hundredth time, glancing up at the Italian […]
My relationship with The Great Outdoors has always been one of a begrudging nature. (Hehe “nature,” see what […]
