I Didn’t Want to Miss Baby Night
Children appear in horror all the time because to parent one is naturally terrifying.
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If I do this, if I decide to, if I’m able to, it will be provoking dysphoria
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Can I ask—did I behave such that you were ever sincerely worried I might be the Antichrist? Or was it more of a joke/bit?
A couple of things 1. The stork bite, 2. You would look over my shoulder like there was someone behind me, 3. You would give me a dirty look.
But you never pushed a nanny through a plate glass window or anything. :-)
A. E. Osworth is part-time Faculty at The New School, where they teach undergraduates the art of digital storytelling. Their novel, We Are Watching Eliza Bright, about a game developer dealing with harassment (and narrated collectively by a fictional subreddit) was long listed for The Center for Fiction First Novel Prize. They have an eight-year freelancing career and you can find their work on Autostraddle, Guernica, Quartz, Electric Lit, Paper Darts, Mashable, and drDoctor, among others.
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