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Dear, Kitty #12
January 22, 2025 Dear, Kitty I won’t spare any details because I know, as you typically say, that you like when I “spill the tea.” Most Men call my micropenis “little clit.” Admittedly, I like this. I can’t stand the word “penis” when it’s in reference to my private part. Micropenis only half bothers me.…
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Dear, Kitty #11
Dear Kitty, I like watching people eat. Not in a voyeuristic kind of way. I don’t get off on watching someone slurp oysters or gnaw and suck on a piece of caña. I like watching the movement of someone’s mouth as it opens and shuts, as they pierce food with their teeth. Mouths are like…
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Dear Kitty #10
Dear Kitty, For a moment I couldn’t write. My inability to write was really a side effect of self-doubt, which was the result of me allegedly forgetting the meaning of the phrase ‘rest on one’s laurels’. All I could think about was how stupid I was for forgetting the meaning of the phrase. I asked…
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Deary, Kitty #9
Dear, Kitty “I wasn’t used to being so naked like that. And that’s why I left him. It was too much for me to handle. It was too much kindness and goodness and affection and love. I didn’t know what to do with it all.” I lied to you. Several weeks ago I told you…
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Dear, Kitty #8
Dear, Kitty I don’t write craft essays because I wouldn’t know what I’d say. What advice I’d give writers. Sugar says you have to “get your ass down to the floor” and write the fuck out of the paper in front of you. Or the blank page on the computer screen if you’re like me…
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Dear, Kitty #7
“Kitty, do people ever start loving you again? Or did they never love you to begin with?” Dear, Kitty Has anyone ever told you they love you and then turn around and un-love you? It happened to me. It happens to me. I guess it’s my fault though. I like to test the elasticity of…
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Dear, Kitty #6
Dear, Kitty … … … I don’t know what to do with myself, Kitty. I was on the brink of being admitted into one of those looney hospitals. Too, too close to the edge. Not many things bring me to tears, but when I think about this, it does. And you know I hate sentimental…
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Dear, Kitty #5
Dear, Kitty Writing these letters to you has got me thinking about the time I received a love letter from a boy in tenth grade. The first and only love letter I have ever received. And now I know why. I was sixteen and had been placed in my second foster home in Montebello. Alice…
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Dear, Kitty #4
Dear, Kitty I used to write in the shower. Literally. While droplets trickled from the tips of my strands of hair to the dip in my back, my breasts, and my tummy. I used to write on the train, walking down the street, and while I held conversations with people. I know. That last one…
Dear, Kitty 