<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[A Vermonters queer experience]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Life Of Gia]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2026 10:24:52 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Cigarettes after Sex]]></title><description><![CDATA[A feeling most anything in the world that feels like ecstasy. Cigarettes after sex, as his fingers pull the white Marlboro out of its pack mere seconds after pulling himself out of her. He flicks the tip of the lighter and flames ignite as he lights her cigarette. She watches the fingertips picturing the last half hour of how they played with her nipples. Was it something everyone experienced, she wondered? Their relationship began in a bar on Church Street one drunken night, and now two...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/cigarettes-after-sex</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cc876ae7de3cb0060b615d</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2026 02:48:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_b2a4a0424b564e039e3986c38750696a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The pull off]]></title><description><![CDATA[Growing up on the back roads of Vermont, finding a secluded spot in the woods or near a river was very common. She’d spent her childhood through adolescence into adulthood exploring every backroad she could find. Unknowingly, this spot would become her safe haven over the next few years. It started off with an adventure led on by her needing to get out of the house and finding a nice walking trail along a river. Innocent as it sounds, her mind was racing with the dirtiest thoughts of how...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/the-pull-off</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69beec786e2d8139248cf675</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2026 19:11:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_a531019bf1c8475f91498d86d00c92f2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cross you out]]></title><description><![CDATA[Maybe she truly did just love the idea of him, and in another life their friendship was deep enough to last. They’d grow old together, living out in the woods with her garden and him and all his guns and toys. She’d write her books, watching the trees sway in the wind and the birds chirp. But she couldn’t imagine wanting it with him anymore; she couldn’t imagine wanting him at all anymore. The realization of abusing boundaries she allowed him to cross were finally the blaring red flags in her...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/cross-you-out</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69beec099b4f1678f084fa97</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2026 19:06:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_965e1ca1e90d46f098cea9453d8b48e8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Gasoline]]></title><description><![CDATA[She’d breathe him in like the fumes of the gasoline she’s pumping into her car. The wind chill is smacking her across her face, and the stray hair only irritates her more as his toxins fill her lungs. The remnants of that oil slick swirl spread on the road near her boots. The smell always makes her feel oddly at home, something hick about the plain, good-ole smell of regular 87. And as she closes the gas cap and enters the driver’s seat, his presence floods her nostrils. The smell of...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/gasoline</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69854fb1224842e16d36d7f5</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2026 02:20:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_d026f51c2628423b80ebe84c67b39bea~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Kind to Drive her Crazy]]></title><description><![CDATA[He’s the kind of man who’d drive her to madness, like she understood the depth of her craziness as it is, but his ability to push her limits to the max continues to baffle her. Because after all the going mad, shouldn’t she lose her attraction to him? It’s hopeless. Somehow, the toxic masculinity mixed in with no communication and her panties are in a wad and not to mention wet. He’s got the attitude of nonchalance when she feels there is more that meets the eyes. She couldn’t help her...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/the-kind-to-drive-her-crazy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697d7fb4fbb82e5a6533f2b8</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 04:10:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_0ce0e24963b0439fb85f0639c84b7efa~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Is It Love or Is She Gullible?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Her mother always said she had a chameleon soul, Jiminy Cricket wasn’t on her shoulder telling her right from wrong. “You always see the best in the worst people, Gia.” She was meant to be cherished by men, beloved by many as she navigated through the world. No moral compass pointing any which way, just the shivering needle aimed at a man who lusted for her. That was the direction she’d run, following a man into a land of ecstasy mostly fueled off his fantasy of her. Until the rose colored...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/is-it-love-or-is-she-gullible</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697d2a59fbb82e5a6533d442</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2026 22:07:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_4ce97de14237457880e8ed5e3a4afd07~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[One of Those Girls]]></title><description><![CDATA[Truthfully she never thought she’d be one of those girls. The kind of girl she hated as she’d watch her walk down the hallways in school. The girls who felt like truly her best friend and somehow ended up dating some ignorant uncultured redneck with little exposure to the world. She couldn’t understand how these accepting, soft caring women ended up with the type of men they do. He’d be the first for her, the one that changed all her rules. She’d have to learn to lie, cover up for him and...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/one-of-those-girls</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6979681e53f12bee294fed07</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 01:38:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_995b095412b04eb79cda11c8a62373ad~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Do it again 4 a DL boy?]]></title><description><![CDATA[And so where does this lead us? Not to our happily ever after, not down any aisle in any distant future. We wouldn’t have our little dream life, no building our future. I can’t say I don’t think about it, I can’t say it doesn’t make me sad every time I think of what we could’ve had. So nothing, that’s all that’s left of us. A tattoo in red ink on my thigh, the memories you implanted in my head, and the pictures scattered throughout my Instagram highlights. Times that we spent happily...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/do-it-again-4-a-dl-boy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696e22489fb12993fbab60ee</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2026 12:28:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_ef4aee15c35642c48a43af7115494311~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Musing]]></title><description><![CDATA[All they see is the glam, but all she feels are the tears running down her cheeks. Suddenly, after all that, it’s over. She had no more nights with him, lost every morning next to him. The memory can be erased, the past can be let go. Two and two seems to be a man’s magic number because committing to one isn’t ever enough. Can never have too much and apparently two girlfriends is prime. Even when she gets what she wanted in the end. The sadness from knowing he’d betray her in the way that...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/musing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696c2ff13e23fce29377842d</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2026 01:00:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_f82e039edd2043cbab4c1fcfbaf35f70~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lessons &#38; Liars]]></title><description><![CDATA[He and her other half started out as friends and somehow ended up trying to find their way down each other’s pants full of guilt and shame, knowing that what they were doing was wrong. What could she say she was feeling? The tears came often, the amount of sorrow was too deep for one to feel. She didn’t feel the urge to eat or to exist because everything made her think of him and what they did to her. But something would change, something always changes, she knew that. He wasn’t the same...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/lessons-liars</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696ac838482610fa2891ca5e</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2026 23:23:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_3700259837e64e1e8959b7ca77bb7c75~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Christmas Day]]></title><description><![CDATA[She didn’t have much to say; they mostly just sat there in silence as the snow fell around them. The Toyota tundra blared and pumped its heat as he sipped the coors light in his hand. Maybe it was a simpler time; things didn’t seem as heavy. Nothing felt real, I suppose; the reality of who they were as people together meant nothing then. They were just chilling together; funny how such little words then can inspire them all now. They slept right through to Christmas morning together in that...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/christmas-day</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695a953c08cb4324d68ef6df</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2026 16:30:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_ad6ea95f562044b1914713a5cc9576ed~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Three weeks]]></title><description><![CDATA[Three weeks later, a Fortnite and some of not having her in your arms. Twenty-one days you haven’t seen her eyes open from her slumber to find you next to her, watching her eyes flutter open from sleep. The time is passing, but she feels stuck in the pain of right now. Every day she wishes she would run back to you and find herself spinning in your arms. Every day she fantasizes about the idea of you, but isn’t that really you? Why was it she left in the first place? When she remembers all...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/three-weeks</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6941cc3a33c5123904ec9f68</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2025 21:16:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_d62a3b4c16eb4ac6bfbf4761597cf3f6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Deleting Photos]]></title><description><![CDATA[She would always delete him along the way, removing pictures of him from her Instagram after a fight over her posting pictures of him without his permission. Photography was a capsule of every single memory worth capturing. She always wanted to document the journey, and that was the one thing he always fought her over. The one night he’d go into her phone and delete all the photos that she had saved of him. Like he was preparing to rid her of himself. Funny now, in the end, when she looks...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/deleting-photos</link><guid isPermaLink="false">693b779d27f06ae0642041ec</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2025 02:02:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_93bd2c0791984757aae8641d07eeea2d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Waiting Game]]></title><description><![CDATA[And she sat hoping she’d hear something of him. After the last two days and countless attempts of flirting from both sides at work, all she wanted was for him to send that text “Hi.” Simple as that, it would’ve sufficed, yet nothing came. The two days leading up to this night of endlessly being stuck in her head went accordingly. Work on Thursday was normal. The room she was working in with him was extra hot because fall had come, and the company turned on the heat in order to keep the room...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/the-waiting-game</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f572002cf087aa14c59a1f</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2025 20:29:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_b873ac116c2e415988ee29001e419dcf~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Occupying a permanent space in her mind]]></title><description><![CDATA[For weeks, she finally put it out of her head, erased the space occupying her mind of him. Days passed, and she wouldn’t see a glimpse of him at all. Each break where she’d walk by that room, she didn’t even get a peak at his face. She felt at ease and could just focus on her work. Each mindless day, she’d be able to let the day drag along without an obsessive thought floating around her head. Maybe it was finally all over, she thought to herself. The day came, her obsession subsided, and...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/occupying-a-permanent-space-in-her-mind</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f542ee2cf087aa14c57ac6</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2025 19:59:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_6b68313ece4b4c3089fd4cd51067dca8~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The life of Gia]]></title><description><![CDATA[In part, she hated him for who he was on first acquaintance, yet loved him for how he saw her. Every word uttered from his lips seemed in want to insult her existence. Like nothing he could say would please her, yet she wanted his presence. Was his intent to make her feel so small? She didn’t think those thoughts really would cross his mind, and yet here they were. She didn’t think she could love someone of such opinions. How could she share her bed with someone who thought so seemly little...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/the-life-of-gia</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d49b94a557837bd1beb049</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 01:33:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_6d0416bf9ff44e76ab6a2955f49425ea~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The inner workings of an attention whore]]></title><description><![CDATA[Part 1: How does one’s intrigue turn to malice? A look of interest now an awkward sorrow. Eyes that were once lustful vanish into distain. Just forty-eight hours after meeting and an easy manner of conversing now feels impossible and now I think to myself “He must hate me.” What must you think of me? I suppose once some words are said, that effect is irreversible. I’m sure you’ll never look at me the same, maybe with time, but by then I’ll be gone and then I’ll just be an unpleasant memory....]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/the-inner-workings-of-an-attention-whore</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68c4ab7665c4abb322dc0df7</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2025 23:26:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_6854870f480e4a31bd82d4d194abd7d5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[28 cities]]></title><description><![CDATA[Woodstock was your old hands, driving me into the middle of nowhere in your black sedan. Salt Lake City was the demise of us, cooking me pasta while you sat alone in the hotel room. Rutland was a date at a bar with an “actor” older man using a picture from his younger years. Nothing to write home about. Essex Junction was a Dodge Charger, big glasses, and a nervous smile. Unknowingly wrecking the life of a married lawyer. Albany was a motel six and a short fat daddy tricking me into a being...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/28-cities</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68c365db7ceea80a6dd59c00</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2025 00:19:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_94606efbb7fc449293dfed10aec4dfcf~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Retired Whore]]></title><description><![CDATA[At times I wonder was it worth it all? Can being a whore be gratifying to fulfill a void of lifetime loneliness and daddy issues? I think we all know the answer is always no. So why do we do it anyway? Hoping every time they kiss you your heart will slowly start to fill in the cracks but really it only mangles it up more. Every time they stretch you out and tell you, you’re the best I’ve ever had it’s like that ego boost is supposed to sustain you like nutrients. After a while it becomes a...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/retired-whore</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6896c8961b5d45172bba86c7</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 04:05:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_268e4652749d4a73b3a85ecf7340a98c~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mess in a Red Dress]]></title><description><![CDATA[My life is a mess, twenty-six years rolling around this Earth to be in the middle of my twenties, more pessimistic about life than ever. Slowly, I become more myself each day, and I’m blessed to have the ability to do hormone replacement therapy, yet the struggles only grow. My identity seems to always take the forefront in every aspect of gossip that surrounds me. My life as it is is but a sin to those who are my closet family, hypocrites at the very least. I’m overwhelmed by every day,...]]></description><link>https://thelifeofgia.wixsite.com/giagia/post/mess-in-a-red-dress</link><guid isPermaLink="false">686d275a313711f211fe2013</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2025 14:13:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/841dec_7333e68ca8484829ada64537195851c2~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Gia Vahn</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>