losT aT sea - Chrissy Epperson

Aha!

Thanks to my encouragement, she was able to find that my hymen on the right-hand side was thick, too thick. This made it unable to break on its own. This came the fun – actually, completely horrible – part. In order to have normal sex I would have to take a month manually stretching out my hymen.

I won’t go into details because they’re intimate and disgusting, but let’s leave it at this: masturbating is fun if you’re choosing to do it for pleasure. Having to masturbate every day, to stretch out your hymen, while your mother knows you have to do it – that’s beyond explanation.

However, the doctor was right and my hour-long-total molestation paid off. Normal sex is now attainable and my hymen was effectively broken through a month of hard work. And after the two months of failed sex, a month where I waited for my doctor’s appointment and the month of doctorprescribed masturbation all I can say now, in regards to my hymen, is: parting is a goddamn relief.

Pieces

by Brittney Maddox

“It’s hard out here for a bitch.”

Says Lily Allen as she sashays around with women who I could call my sisters and it’s easy for her to say Doesn’t hip hop degrade black women anyway? Why is it a problem?

When you’re a black woman the first thing people think is not how smart you are or how humorous you are and what are your talents are

They want to know what pieces of you can they fit together into the glass screen of their tvs

They want to know if you know how to twerk As if twerking is a skill you somehow inherited from your ancestors

As black woman

my body is under a microscope my thighs are picked at my breasts are examined my hair is a puzzle

It is a mystery why is what’s on top of my head a mystery? Why do you think my body is some equation worth solving?

Why do you speak “black” to me? As if dividing your tongue is the solution of having a conversation with me as if slang is a second language