How I became the near prefect; what’s enough.

At fifteen when the girls were immersed in lipstick and not really comprehending eye shadow; it was too physical for them; to understand the shimmer; I was celebrating my pastoral birthday in the ghetto; I walked with a stutter of … Continue reading How I became the near prefect; what’s enough.

The Asexual Lesbian.

The Asexual Lesbian. It used to be that I wouldn’t worry: I’d hear their teeth chattering and think it was better than something else; but then I’d remember I was too young; to think that way; and that was a … Continue reading The Asexual Lesbian.