“Coffee to go & feeling kicked in the chest by the passage of time. Thinking of my youngest child, my solstice baby, turning two on the longest night of the year; realizing that he’s officially a toddler now, not a baby, & I will never have any more babies.”

[I’m billed as The Loneliest Woman]

“My story begins this way: I slept with a married man & his jealous witch-wife / that green-eyed bitch / spat her hex at me—”

Werewolf Heart, a Hallow's Eve #meowlist by Jessie Lynn McMains

Pop CultureJessie Lynn McMainsOctober 26, 2019Comment

Survive

“Whether making themselves purposefully ugly or embracing their sexuality on their own terms, whether layering themselves in baggy clothing or wearing miniskirts and fishnets, whether blacking out their eyes with smudges of kohl eyeliner or putting paper bags over their heads, these women said my body is mine and I will present it however I choose.”

Remember Who You Are

“One of them had a shaved head and a silver stud in her nose, the other had cat’s-eye glasses and chipped red nail polish, and they were holding hands. I was so fucking happy—queer zines and records in my hands and a grrl-couple holding hands in public—that I smiled. The girls returned my smile, and my baby-queer heart went boom-boom-bam, a bass drum in my chest.”

rip out their apology-tongues

I got wasted and picked up sailors on the train to Chicago, I participated in orgies, I ran away with the circus. I don’t do any of those things anymore, but I’m still the person who did them. I don’t disavow it. I’m not sorry.