jenparkhillJan 25A New Year's Resolution. A new year’s resolution: This year I would like to be the person who helps the laundry make its way back into the drawers. And I’d like...
jenparkhillJun 29, 2021Autonomy and Find-You-Later-Love. “I’m living my best bachelor life,” I say. In minutes,“hey Jen, you wanna kiss me, Jen?” We’re kissing in the street. Night. Warm air....
jenparkhillJun 29, 2021I Kicked the Can that Spilled the Trust.I was programmed from birth, that my worth need be validated by men. 2 years into my life as an out queer person, while navigating a long...
jenparkhillJun 29, 2021Pass the Light.there’s a particular kind of rain thunderous. mad rain pours down from buckets then gone that rain that rain reminds me of fucking you in...
jenparkhillJun 29, 2021Snow Blown.Taos // February 2021 A reprieve with loved ones just after weathering one of the worst storms ever to hit Texas. And an excerpt written...
jenparkhillJun 29, 2021All I Really Wanna Know is Who Can Love Me in the Dark.I looked this way throughout most of 2020 and well into 2021. Hair in a knot, a haphazard combination of clothing, always involving a...
jenparkhillMay 24, 2021Soft Boy's Love Song.I wonder if you quit people. you know, the way you quit cigarettes steadfast but hidden round the back I wonder if you make love or if...
jenparkhillMar 22, 2021Before.before the sex: a party hung around till tail lights only us then he slid hands I started to cry “we don’t have to.” and “Do you like to...
jenparkhillFeb 13, 2021Tarried.I wanna be your cowboy. strike that. I wanna be the horse yeah, I wanna be that horse who carries you. I want heartbeats synced and grass...
jenparkhillJan 1, 2021Straight to Voicemail.there’s blood stains on every pair of panties I own I stuck em in a bowl and dyed them all black I’ve had an IUD for ten years and had a...
jenparkhillDec 31, 2020Primary.I’ve been thinking a lot about color. Missing it In the bleakness in some of these recent days. I’ve been thinking about painting the...
jenparkhillDec 13, 2020A Home.we called it the Nunnery. 8 months 4 women under one roof— counting the dog. we healed in that house. cutting palm leaves in nightgowns...
jenparkhillNov 17, 2020Fiberglass.Little pangs of remember all over. And our mattress is long gone. Left on a Brooklyn stoop for someone else to unzip their life on.
jenparkhillNov 13, 2020Noticing(s)Lately I’m finding that we heal one another the most in the smallest actions, the little noticing(s) — It’s not the big overtures of love...
jenparkhillNov 13, 202011:11I keep looking at my breasts and thinking of nursing. Babies. Loads of them. Those screaming humans With rose bud Mouths. I tossed my bras
jenparkhillNov 3, 2020Handwritten Letters Have a Heartbeat (Why I love the USPS and the value in making our love felt when hugs are not available and text is not our only option) The way we...
jenparkhillOct 17, 2020Titties.I love my tiny titties. There was a time I padded my bra, wore push ups and cutlets and googled breast alteration surgery late at night...
jenparkhillOct 16, 2020Soft.What is not pictured here: me in process - healing my relationship to my human shell, reclaiming my feminine energy, finding love for the...
jenparkhillOct 11, 2020"Coming Out"This week, the good people of Clit Talk release an episode of their pleasure positive podcast in honor of National Coming Out Day,...
jenparkhillApr 18, 2020CRYING WOLF X Help Ease the Number of Adverse Childhood Experiences During the Covid-19 PandemicAs a survivor of traumatic childhood events, the livelihood of children for whom home is not a safe place and who are feeling the...