You’ve been touting around that you are woke AF, a funny man, a cultured man, a feminist ally even. Yet,
Dear mum and dad,
Writing this letter hurts because I may never be able to share it with you.
It’s Sunday; I have on my soothing sheet mask; I’m burning my Lavender essential oil from Kama Ayurveda. Later, I’ll go to a salon and indulge in a massage and a mani-pedi session.
For me, travelling to remote places in India has amassed a deep reserve of inspiration for my work as a designer,
Oh Lord, my first orgasm. After months of pretending (poorly) to cum with my then-boyfriend, he of much porn experience,
Pinky to Pinkesh, the journey has hardly been easy. Convincing family, paying for numerous surgeries, and becoming the sole breadwinner at home,