A Tiny Story By Tripsy South: Suffering The Indignities Of Female Hygiene

When it grows too long, I have to trim it back to a small bush or my ob-gyn will give me a rash of shit about how guys these days prefer hairless pussies. Who gives a shit what guys think? My doctor suggested she just whack it all off via her million-dollar carbon-dioxide laser that melts the hair follicles like, until the year 2200. Fuck that! I love my bush. It’s soft and silky and a natural blonde hue, with delicate strands of a Jamaican rum color that give it a sorta banana-blonde take. I find it sexier than some threadbare pube, no matter how beautiful the girl attached to it may be at first blush. Continue reading A Tiny Story By Tripsy South: Suffering The Indignities Of Female Hygiene

Why Write A Novel About Teen Suicide?

Growing up a kid these days is the most challenging thing. We have so many distractions that compete for our limited attention, and we often go down dark roads when we can’t decide what to choose. Continue reading Why Write A Novel About Teen Suicide?