This month, I participated in a long-standing Friday the 13th tradition that, somehow, I’d managed to avoid in all my years on this Earth — and no, it didn’t involve a machete-wielding maniac or a cabin in the woods. Usually, my way of honoring the sacred horror holiday involves what I like to call a
It happens more often than you would think and it’s equally disturbing each time. A complete stranger running their hand along my arm. It just happened last week. Social distancing was just in the infancy of becoming a buzzword and we’d certainly had been instructed to avoid physical contact with others but that sure as
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