I turned and looked, he was stooped over looking at me and shouting for an answer from me. “Oy, you. You a man or woman?”
Hannah was walking the empty streets of London, when a drunk asked her the question. How did she deal with it? Read, What does it matter?, for another beautifully written post from Hannah.
Afterburn!
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*By Norah Blucher*
No talk of cheap vodka shots today and no, I did not do a bad bikini shave.
No, I’m referring to military jet engines of all things. N...
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