Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

Blood doesn’t mean anything. Blood has given me nothing but grief and insurmountable expectations.

And frankly, if the holy grail were, in fact, a ten-inch dildo, the world would be a better place. If people spent less time trying to live forever and more time fucking each other in the freakiest ways possible, I imagine we’d all be happier.

A woman’s body is built to endure far more than anyone is willing to acknowledge.