By: Mayka Ruckus, SFU Student I can’t be the only one majorly demoralized the moment you realize your partner’s a Quiet Quincy or Silent Suzie. The bedroom door is locked and the house is empty, but their mouth’s still sealed shut like joy is the admission of some terrible secret. Where’s the energy, the enthusiasm?! I loathe feeling like I don’t affect you. Let me hear you, darling, please? I feel your chest rise and fall with quick breaths, only the smallest hums and whimpers, and I want to tell you it’s OK. Let go. Enjoy me, this. I don’t…
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