Black Sheep

by Alexa Harlowe

I don’t always fuck a man before I kill him, but when I do, I find there’s one thing they all have in common. They’re disappointing.

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“Where have you been all my life.” Killing dickheads like you and dissolving their bodies in sodium hypochlorite. Keeps a girl busy.

wrestling my disgust under a mask I call ‘Sweetheart Sex Kitten’

“I’m afraid I have terrible news, Kap. You have ‘Self-Sabotaging Dick Disorder.’”

Love is action. Love can be in the smallest details, like trying to make someone laugh, or comforting them when they suffer. It’s putting the effort in to make things right when they go awry. Love is about taking action to make the other person’s life happier or more joyful, not just once but consistently. In little ways. In big ways.

Love is empowering someone, putting their well-being first. And sometimes it’s having the bravery to let go when you know you can’t. That doesn’t mean giving up when things get a little rough. It means trying to be a better person so you can be a better partner. I guess love is wanting to enrich someone else’s life, and in the process, you enrich your own.”

An oasis, I’d said. Yes, he’d replied. The perfect place for snakes to find cover.