Is the essay about lesbians* in sport finally arriving?
I would rather watch pornography — created ethically — with my family than scenes of violence. Wouldn’t you?
For many players, the state league season is imbued with a sense of hope. It is an audition for the national league. But there is no point in auditioning if there are no available positions.
A man called me a skeezer on The Pick and Roll’s republishing of The Fallacy. I did not know what this word meant. I suspected by his tone, though, it was most likely unflattering, and that was correct.
My brother was driving home late from work last week when he saw a woman on the side of the road being chased by a man. They were both in their early fifties. She was screaming for help. Nobody stopped to help her.
I use the word failure to describe myself sometimes and friends flinch in condemnation and pat me on the shoulder. But failure is not an ugly word.
(Noir Zy)
I think I always knew I just needed to be seen. I believed in myself — not in a cocky way, but I knew I had done what I needed to do to get the opportunity and all I needed was that first chance.