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Romy Oltuski | Word Up
March 8It was in kindergarten that I made the mistake of joining the Pen 15 Club. My induction was relatively harmless — I was offered membership by a fellow classmate, accepted the invitation with excitement and arranged to have the club's name tattooed onto the back of my hand in thick Sharpie marker later that afternoon. But alas, it was too good to be true; when spoken aloud, the club was advertised to me clearly as "Pen 15," but scribbled in semi-permanence on my skin it read — unmistakably — "penis."
