A Manvocate Doesn’t Tell You Who You Are
I stood back, my eyes wide, with my hands over my mouth. I stared at the passenger door of my boyfriend’s car — I left it wide open for half an hour while we took pictures in front of El Capitan at Yosemite National Park. I couldn’t believe my irresponsibility. My boyfriend had hundreds, actually thousands of dollars worth of photography equipment in that car.