The Eyes Are the Best Part

by Monika Kim

“It’s not fine. Those guys are assholes. If you google ‘toxic masculinity’ you’ll probably find pictures of those clowns. They don’t understand all the shit that you women have to put up with. It’s important that women feel safe around me. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. They’re the ones who should be embarrassed.”

Oh I just know this guy is gonna turn out to be an asshole too 😫😫😫 Then again some 18 year olds are just like that

For the first time, I notice that his eyes are blue: a pale, icy blue that reminds me of the Niagara Falls, where my father took us on vacation six years ago. I don’t know why I didn’t notice them before.

Eat them! Eat them! Eat them!

Her tears dripped onto my hands, onto the carpet; I watched them fall and had the sudden realization that our roles had reversed. Somehow, I had become the mother and she the daughter.

Admittedly, I’m much closer to Geoffrey than I am to Alexis, but whenever I’m with her, I want to sit next to her for as long as possible, even if we’re doing nothing. Even if, by the end, I feel inexplicably nervous and disoriented.

Gay people……

And it is. It really is. It’s one of the best things I’ve eaten in a long time.

But not as good as eyeballs!