Amy Gray squanders her cognitive surplus over feminism, pop culture and the lost art of sitting. Then someone breaks the reverie. Two friends, both beloved, admired, missed and overseas, emailed and asked to look at some chapters. My horror at such benign support was instant, curling me into a ball like a small slater at the bottom of the garden, horrified at being discovered. But most of all you hate the current book because you can see ahead to the .

Wednesday, February 13, 2013. This blog has pictures now. For me, my moment to flee came in the form of a university transfer. Cleaning telephone poles is a last resort for many desperate young women. So what was a young undergraduate in crisis to do? Just an average day in Canadian academia. I would say that this article is devoted to helping any of the future school-betraying .

I stick my penis in things and tell you how it feels.

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