There are many things you’ll find in a femme’s bed. Especially when this femme is on meds that make her a little disorganized. Especially when that femme is a poet with a book hoarding problem, when that femme is…me.
I like to think of the bedroom as a sanctuary. It’s where I sleep, read, fuck, meditate. It also has shifted in landscape as I take on big life changes, like moving to a new city. I try and keep my bedroom as uncluttered as possible but right now it’s a den of seltzer cans and upcycled furniture.
The only way to find out what exactly is in my bed is to 1. have sex with me or 2. take this quiz. Which mystery item from my bed are you, find out now!
