I, like many others, was sexually assaulted as a teenager too. I wasn't raped, because someone heard me screaming and saved me. If that guy who tried to rape me was somehow able to get onto the Supreme

Do you ever speculate about how certain life experiences may have impacted others way down the road. Say your first real crush, the kind with butterflies, the kind that makes you want to masturbate for

Latin music has been making its way into the mainstream outside of Latin countries more and more. When I was in Prague last month, I was looking for something to buy my boyfriend, and every store I went

It’s been a little over a year since I joined Steemit, so I'm doing a sort of re-introduction to commemorate. I joined because a coworker of a friend said he was making bank on a site that pays in

A picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, the picture has a couple words, but conveys a whole concept. Capitalism and materialism is seeping further and further inside us, and it's hard to stop

++ episode 139 of Skin on Sundays Mouths Have you felt the river exit your body after a long storm? Have you noticed the mouth where the water drains away touch you like the mouth of a dangerous lover.

I held a stream of consciousness poetry contest, and I am finally ready to pick the winner. It took me a bit to decide, because I was going back and forth between two, and then I got on a plane and flew

You know when you live in Mexico City where printing things on shirts is super affordable and easy because there is one street spanning for about a mile or more that has endless stores selling the printing

It's a strange story, which is my story. It was the first time I fell in love, for real love. Instead of having a real relationship, we had a secret one. Why? Because we were young and he wasn't ready

++ I am running a poetry contest that ends June 9th. It's on my most popular platform: Instagram. The prize for the winners is that I will write your poem on a human canvas, maybe even myself, and post

These are my legs, at age 33, living in the center Mexico City, a beautiful, crazy, polluted, but not too polluted to see the sky, busy, noisy, culturally rich, spiritually and seismically active city.

I don’t have a problem with any word so long as it’s not used with bad intentions. Words like slut, cunt, nigga, fag, whatever. If you find a way to say it with love, then say it. I, however, still can’t

Part 1: Philosophical/Political Things A recent morning I woke up and Omar was watching an Anderson Paak interview. In the interview, Anderson Paak made a comment about how he didn’t know who J. Balvin

I went outside to take this picture, and I even walked around the block without a bra on, just like this. It’s liberating, but it’s also uncomfortable to feel people, all of them, men and women, staring

Today is the 19th anniversary of the suicide of my best friend. She was 14 years old. I was 14 years old. There won’t be a year that goes by that this day doesn’t register heavily on my psyche, that it

It Starts Quiet The mind doesn’t start screaming like a crowd in the dark after a gun goes off It starts still. It starts quiet. I took a quick weekend trip to Playa del Carmen, Mexico to see some good

A REMINDER: YOU ARE NOT OWED SEX. Why am I saying this? I just read an article in Vox about a new movement of mainly white men who think they are owed sex and that society is preventing them from having

Last week, I went to the Museo Universitario Arte Contemporario in the south side of Mexico City, on the UNAM campus. I went because of this exhibit I kept hearing about, Carlos Amorales causing a scene

I have been absent from Steemit a bit lately, but I'm gonna come back soon. I've just been on my computer so much for work and Skin on Sundays, I can't bare to read and write anymore on a screen. Plus,