Status Updates From Women Without Men

A couple of days ago she had learned that virginity was not a curtain but an orifice. Something had broken inside her and a cold rage penetrated her body. She thought of her childhood days when she had longly looked at the edges and trees, hoping for a time in her life when she could freely climb them without comproming her virginity.

As she sobbed violently, she thought she would make a tour to Africa. She wanted to be a tropical tree. This is what she wanted with all her heart. It's always the heart's desire that drives one insane.