Most of what you'll find here is not of my own creation but I hope you enjoy it all the same.
Stuck in the in between place.
"The best we have now is an attempt to remember. That first cigarette outside the new home. That first handshake of a new friend. The scholars and rogues. The lessons in mistrust and insomnia. The first drink with a lover you surely do not have to love. The last words to that friend you’ll ever speak." - J. Lee
I do hope I can put a smile on that pretty face of yours.
When women used to be depressed or were not “taking care of their men” properly their husbands could send them to the psych ward for attitude adjustments. This was part of conditioning them to always wear a smile. They believed that if a woman saw herself smiling that it would become natural practice and that she would be “cured”. This often went along with shock therapies.
almost like enforced pleasantness belongs to a long woman-hating tradition and we *aren’t* without basis when we sense something malevolent in random male strangers ordering us to smile
When will it be my turn? When will something turn out right?