This is a series of posters plastered on the blocks surrounding Fort Greene Park in my neighborhood (Fort Greene, Brooklyn).
I saw them on an early evening walk tonight. There were at least five more versions, but these were my favorites.
“Take me: Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure my time.”
“Take me: Neither you nor I are ready to meet.”
“Take me: The first time I didn’t know you. The second time I did.”
A couple of my girlfriends are considering getting an IUD, and I promised I’d write this blog in time for it to be of use to them. I did my homework over the course of about a year before deciding to go for it in March, and there’s still shit I wasn’t prepared for. This is hopefully going to show up for anyone who Googles “what to expect with an IUD.”
Photo Credit: Liz Henry (via Flickr)
“If one woman were to tell the truth about her life the world would split open.” – Muriel Rukeyser
BLOOD AND COTTON
There it was then. If I hadn’t been robbed of my virginity the first time, then this second time definitely did it. There was blood in my underwear. Blood in the toilet water. I didn’t tell many people about this second time because of the first. What virgin gets raped by two different men in the space of 60 days? Continue reading