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I was beat to shit. That frenzied all-nighter at my graphics workstation was brutal but I put finishing touches on the demo designs and emailed the files to the main office. Now I could take some time off.

I, Connor Hager, had been married to Valera Hager, nee Martinelli, for only six months when as 23 years-old we moved into a garden apartment complex in Northern Virginia. The complex included seven two story buildings having substantially the same layout, a swimming pool, a recreation center, and a small maintenance building. Some of the buildings were new, but the […]

The technician assisting me with my time travel adventure today looks good enough to make me reconsider my trip. He’s wearing scrubs and the cut of them makes his biceps pop. There’s a thick vein running down the top of his left one and then onto his forearm.

Young Muslim women growing up in the West have minds of their own, and don’t follow the rules set by their strict Muslim parents or the cultures they hail from. The brainwashing that young Muslim women endure in places like Saudi Arabia, Senegal and Pakistan becomes unraveled when they live in places like the City of Miami, Florida, or the […]

Perhaps I can use this platform as a way to finally move forward and tell my story while servicing the sexual indulgence of others. I’ve seen what’s offered online, I’m fully aware of every fantasy man and woman may be in tuned to. There are things I’ve seen, things I’ve done, and things I’ve been subjected to. A particular sexual […]

They say one never forgets their firsts and I feel like I am inclined to agree with them. To say that my twin brother Keelan and I were close would’ve been a gross overstatement. Truth be told, I was sure he hated me. All throughout school I was teased for looking different, for being different.

The fan by the window could barely do anything against the sweltering heat as Sara Williams laid on her bed, weighing the idea of getting up to close her curtains or just leaving her room entirely. Sara could barely handle the heat of the summer air. It was just reaching midday, yet she could not find the energy to climb […]

When I was growing up one of the more common refrains I would hear from my Father or Uncles was “Happy wife, happy life.” I didn’t pay too much attention to it until I got older, but as I began to gain a better understanding of the world, it seemed that the saying was flawed. I mean, you could apply […]

The two women greeted each other warmly, as only old friends could, with genuine hugs and cheek kisses. None of these fake, lip-smacking, air kisses for them were as diametrically opposed in looks as they could be. This despite having a mutual heritage of being second-generation Greek-Australians.

“Hello Evelyn. This is Mark. How are you doing today?” It’s Mark! I can’t believe I’m actually talking to him!! Keep it together girl, he’s just a guy. Okay, maybe I need to backup a little and explain who Mark is.