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The Prodigal Friend

[caption id="attachment_866" align="alignleft" width="401"] Taylor and I, freshman year at FAMU.[/caption] Taylor staggered into my dorm room in the middle of the night. Her speech was slurred, so I could only make out the part about her coming from some type of initiation party. She was wearing a short, light blue dress, and she had brown, curly braids. My roommate must have let her in. Taylor said a few words, then giggled. Then she fell into our dresser and giggled…

VaginaGate

[caption id="attachment_623" align="alignleft" width="269"] Me, my senior year in high school. I didn't take that many pictures at school.[/caption] “Stacy, you look like you could suck dick…but your pussy is garbage,” Fernando Thompson blurted out in our school lunchroom. I was sitting at one table; he was sitting at another table in front of me. He was in my class. We were tenth-graders. I stared at him. I looked at his buck teeth. I looked at his unibrow. I looked…

Getting Over My First Love – Part 6

[caption id="attachment_420" align="alignleft" width="338"] A photo from when I went to visit Michael[/caption] “Is this Stacy?” “Yes, who’s this?” “Stacy, this is Jessica. I know you went to visit Michael in St. Louis, and I just wanna' know why the fuck you would do something like that.” I took my phone off of my ear and stared at it. "What did I get myself into?" I thought. “Uhmm…” I said, trying to figure out what to say in this situation.…

Getting Over My First Love – Part 5

[caption id="attachment_270" align="alignnone" width="2629"] Picture from My 21st Birthday Celebration![/caption] I was sitting in the waiting room at Bad Boy Records. Someone from the finance department was supposed to meet me for an interview for a summer internship. My palms were sweating. I was thinking about all of the interviewing techniques I was taught at FAMU’s School of Business and Industry. “State a few facts about the company, then ask your question.” That’s what I kept trying to repeat to myself,…

Getting Over My First Love – Part 4

“I would have done the same thing,” my friend said. She tried to make me feel better about having an abortion. She was the one who drove me to Planned Parenthood. She told me not to look when we passed the group of protesters holding up signs of gruesomely disfigured babies. When it was all over, she was the one who drove me to her house, helped me lay down on her futon, and fed me fish sticks and French…

Getting Over My First Love – Part 2

  [caption id="attachment_239" align="alignnone" width="283"] Me and my emotionally supportive crew at FAMU. Thank you ladies for being there for me through all of this, even for the parts I didn't tell you about. #mentalaerobic[/caption] J: Are you sure you're ready to share this part? Me: I don't know. *Hits Post Button* [PART TWO] (Part One is here http://bit.ly/219wLs5, if you missed it.) It was the beginning of sophomore year. I got back to Tallahassee before Michael did. I couldn’t wait to…