My fave part of every family outing is sitting there utterly humiliated while everyone else whinges incessantly about every little detail and makes a huge fucking fuss about some local hole in the wall up pigfucker hollow in rural Tennessee not making things the way they are in Britain.
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Holly is a poet, essayist, and immigrant who writes about feminism, politics, and Elvis. Her prose has been featured in several Medium publications and she is a co-host of The Art House’s Moving Voices open mic night. View all posts by Holly (she/her)
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