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September 13, 2019
Cerebral Fallsy
Earlier this summer I had a visit from my old friend Tangerae’. We walked our kids down to my local beach club for a day of fun in the sun. As we were crossing over an old, wooden bridge, Tangerae’, now feeling a bit giddy from slamming down two Bob Lights, began reminiscing.
“I fainted at the airport last week, Asterisk. When I came to, the paramedic said to me, ‘Hey, I know you.’
And I looked at him confused. I mean I was dizzy from just passing out plus I was trying to place his face, but I couldn’t.
‘No, sorry, please be less vague,’ I asked him.
He said, ‘I can’t, it’s not appropriate because I’m working right now. But trust me, we had a good time.’
Asterisk, my mom was there and overheard everything.
‘Oh my God, Tangerae’! Seriously?’ she screamed. Then she threw her arms up and stormed off.
Honestly Asterisk, I’ve slept with hundreds of people, maybe even a thousand! I lost track when I was 19,” she admitted with the cackle of a leprechaun, which was fitting, seeing as Tangerae’ didn’t even stand five foot tall.
A few minutes later we entered the pool area and snagged some beach chairs to lounge on.
Unfortunately, those weren’t the only things Tangerae’ decided to snag. Before I knew it, she had her bikini clad legs spread and was plucking out her pubic hairs.
“Jesus Christ, Tangerae’! Stop! This is a family facility!” I begged.
Tangerae just laughed as she continued her public grooming. In an attempt to mentally escape the situation, I threw my beach hat over my face and mind trained.
Soon I was back in time, and reminded of one of my pal’s past hookups…
It happened several years prior, when I was still living in Las Vegas with my ex husband, Beans;
I wandered out to my back patio to check the the thermostat of the hot tub. It had only been about sixty minutes since I turned it on and already it was 82 degrees. Perfect. That baby would be boiling in no time!
Just as I was walking back into the kitchen I heard a familiar voice ring out, “Hey Who-Res!” It was Tangerae’! She had arrived early for the party, yippee!
“Hiiii Beans,” she sang, greeting my then-husband in what she considered a sultry tone, while batting her giant lash-less eyes. To me it sounded more like a constipated inch worm, but whatever. Tangerae’ is the shortest non-midget I know, but she never let her lack of stature get in the way of getting what she wanted, and for the last few months she had her sights set on good ole Dumb Beans.
Pffft. That bitch could have him.
“Hi Tangerae’, why, how are you?” he asked. Dumb Beans had the grin of a half-wit and the matching goofy ass face to go with it. I couldn’t stand him. Then again I’d take that idiot over the raging retard he’s become these days, but I’ll save those stories for another time.
Tangerae’ reached right in and gave his dick a big hug.
What?
That’s as high as she could stand! Then that cunt runt reached right around and squeezed his old, saggy, man ass. Beans turned red and backed away.
I just laughed and popped open a bottle of wine. Why if Tangerae’ was this fun already I couldn’t wait to see what would happen after a little shot of fermented fruit juice.
Just then the door swung open and in limped Beans’ gimpy baby brother, Doogle. I’m not just calling him a gimp to be mean! He really was!
Doogle was wearing a red leather jacket and a black top hat. His left foot turned inward slightly more than his right which was already considerably twisted. His submissive arm lay upward, pressed against his chest allowing his limp wrist to dangle. One of his eyes was tweaked to the far left. I never could tell which one it was so I never knew where to look when he was talking to me.
As Doogle made his way into my living room, I noticed his dead hand kind of flapping against him. Upon further inspection I realized it was covered up by a white glove.
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Behind him was his new girlfriend, Tabitha. She had to have been the most ginormous beast I’d ever seen!
“You want some wine, Doogle?” I asked while pouring the contents of a bottle into 5 glasses.
“No, I don’t drink,” he reminded me.
“Oh come on Doogle, one little glass wont hurt you,” I said, handing it to him anyway.
Doogle accepted the glass with his glove-less hand and downed it like a Pepsi. Perfect! I promptly opened a new bottle and poured him another.
Tabitha dropped a plastic bag onto my couch. “Doogle just bought the latest Dance Party game! It’s the Michael Jackson edition! We can play it tonight!”
“Oh, yay!” I said with an eye roll.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Wine in hand, I scampered off to answer it.
After a turn of the handle, I popped it open and peered into a sea of sparkly spandex and lumpy flesh. “We are here for the party!” a women’s voice spat out.
What the actual fuck?
Now I’ve seen some whales in my day, but nothing prepared me for Tweedly Obese and Tweedly Ka-Thump.
“Those are Tabitha’s cousins! We invited them,” Doodle chimed in.
I turned my head to see my ex brother in law hopping towards me with his good leg, while the other was dragged from behind.
I grimaced after noticing the black trail his shoe was leaving on my freshly mopped floor. His glass of red wine was now perched between two gloved fingers as he scooched towards us.
Maybe Doogle was overly excited to see such prized women barely clothed, or perhaps it was the alcohol he wasn’t used to consuming going to his head. But before I could stop it, Doogle lost his balance and came pummeling towards us like he was the curling champion for the Special Olympics!
He let out a gurgle as his face hit the tile. The wine glass shattered and streaks of purple tie dyed everything in sight!
“Oh, my God! Are you okay, Doogle?” Tabitha came bounding towards us. It felt like a 6.2 on the Richter scale. She reached for her lover and got him back to his feet.
Out of curiosity, I glanced into his eyes. Yup. They were still fucked up. Oh well.
“Let’s get into the hot tub!” one of the Tweedles yelled out. “Before the wine stains ruin our suits.”
I stood at my doorway, my jaw still partially on the floor, as the heard stampeded through my living room and into the back yard.
Great. I was left alone to clean up the mess. “Beans!” I yelled out, “Beans? Come help me!”
Tangerae’ came to my aid instead. “Beans left dude. He went out the back.”
“What? No way! Where did he go?” I asked.
“He said he had to get cigarettes.”
“God damn it! The last time he did that he didn’t return for three fucking days!” I was pissed. This was his family he had invited over to visit with after all.
“You want me to help you mop?” Tangerae’ asked.
I let out a sigh. “No, just go outside and make sure Doogle doesn’t break anything else.”
Once my friend had joined the safari party, I cleaned up the broken glass to the best of my abilities.
After I finished, I refilled my own glass with Merlot from the new bottle, before heading outside.
My hot tub looked like the three little pigs had escaped the big bad wolf and decided to celebrate in a mud bath. Half the water had been pushed out, and what remained was now tinted gray. I found Tangerae’ and Doogle sitting along the sides, with their feet barely immersed in the water. I figured they were probably scared of being smashed to death.
Fair enough.
I had just sat down on a lawn chair when Doogle hollered, “Time to play Dance Party!” He stood up and limped through my sliding glass door, and into the family room. I watched in horror as each member of the Cetacean family bobbled their way out of my hot tub, one at a time. The water level decreased two feet per body. Once empty, I looked down into the half-drained, dirty tub and wanted to cry.
“Damn, Asterisk! I was hoping to ride a jet,” Tangerae’ said. The disappointment splattered across her flat face.
“Right?! I’ll fill it back up but I don’t know how long it will take the water to get hot again.”
Tangerae’ and I lit cigarettes as we watched the game unfold on the big screen. Doogle was getting down to “Beat It.” When he contorted his twisted leg in an effort to moon walk, I have to admit that I was impressed! Doogle frolicked around like MJ with a case of the scabies. I concluded that this was probably what a pretzel would look like, having been flushed down a toilet.
After three Michael Jackson songs, Doogle grew weak and needed a break. He passed the mic over to Tabitha. She found a Spice Girl song and asked her cousins to join in. The threesome of heifers lined up for a coordinated dance and it became apparent they had done this before. It was reminiscent of the hippopotamus’ starring in Disney’s Fantasia.
There was no way I was going to stick around and watch this shit. I made a bee line to the bathroom, emptied my bladder, and then poured myself another round before heading back outside. I probably should have just called it a night right there, because what I saw next will forever be ingrained inside my feeble mind.
Even though his girlfriend had been present, Tangerae’ bravely decided to take her one shot at achieving a big “O”. Since she couldn’t bed Beans, she had gone for the next best thing, his little, twisted brother!
That’s right!
There… in the almost empty hot tub sat Doogle, his gimp leg floating dead in the water, while my bff bounced on top of him!
Suddenly the music stopped and Tangerae’s drunken moans echoed through my courtyard. Upon hearing them, Tabitha turned around and looked through my sliding glass door. Once she computed what was happening she turned on her swollen heels and came catapulting outside, with her curvaceous cousins in tow!
“Tangerae’, RUN!” I shouted.
I watched my friend’s eyes grow three sizes when she saw the sequined stampede stomping towards her. Like a nature show on PBS, my friend leaped off her broken prize and sprinted naked through my back yard.
I wanted to intervene but was too afraid of being trampled. Instead I just sipped my wine and chuckled. Within seconds I heard Tangerae’s car start, followed by the tires squealing as she drove away. I still don’t know how she found her keys!
Even after the incident, the rest of my company decided not to leave. I was stuck playing hostess until Beans came home at 1:00 am covered in lipstick and hickies… but that’s another story!
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September 8, 2019
Trickling Ponds
I awoke to a persistent buzzing coming from next to my pillow. “Fuck, Vivian! Is that Peter again?”
“Sorry, I thought I turned my ringer off, I must have left it on vibrate,” she moaned, muting her phone.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. “I don’t even know why I try, I will never sleep again,” I said to myself.
I spent half the night drinking wine and waiting for Vivian to get home from her last shift working the local carnival. She now had another two weeks off before following the fair to its next location.
The knocking continued, and I yelled to my daughter. “Rosie, go get the door! I’m sure it’s for you!” I heard the pitter patter of over-sized feet running down the hall, followed by the front door squeaking open.
“Mommy, can I go outside and play?” Rosie asked.
“Yes, but get dressed first, and tell your friend you only have an hour until I have to take you to your dad’s house for the weekend,” I said.
Rosie left her friend, Ivan, standing on our front porch leaning on his scooter. She scurried into her bedroom to throw on glittery leggings and a T-shirt dress.
Vivian pulled open the blinds to take a peek. “Oh, look at Ivan standing there by his new scooter, he thinks he’s so cool. Rosie, Ivan thinks he is better than you!” she announced, loud enough for the boy to hear.
“He does?” Rosie asked.
“Yup! Look at his shiny new scooter. He’s here to show it off because his is better than yours. You will never own one that cool!”
“Vivian, knock it off,” I warned.
“No matter what you own, Rosie, Ivan’s will always be better. His parents are rich and they can afford to buy him anything he wants.”
I’m not sure where Vivian was coming up with her bullshit. Ivan lived in the same apartment complex as we did and wore cheap kid’s clothes from Target like Rosie. I think she would have said anything to get a rise out of somebody. She wandered back into the bedroom and sat down next to me. “I hate that dumb kid. There is something wrong with him. Whenever I ask him a question, he ignores me.”
Even though Vivian’s breath wasn’t particularly pleasant on a good day, today it smelled like her mouth hosted New York City’s entire public sewer system.
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I inched back. “Maybe it’s because you intimidate him? He’s been nothing but polite to me, he’s shy.”
“He’s a little prick!” Vivian said.
Rosie shut the front door as she left.
“Should I wear your extra swimsuit today?” Vivian asked.
The water park season was coming to a close, and she had convinced me weeks ago to join her at Trickling Ponds on its last day. Despite my better judgment, I agreed.
Since Rosie didn’t want to go, we arranged it on a day she would be at her dad’s house. I was jealous.
Preparing for the worst, I stocked up on plenty of adult beverages to bring along with us.
“You should wear whatever makes you feel comfortable,” I said. I prayed that she would just wear her men’s style trunks and rash guard to avoid the negative attention she drew.
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“I just don’t know if I can pull off a woman’s bathing suit yet,” she admitted.
Not to be a dick about it, but without some serious reconstructive surgeries, waist training and voice lessons there was just no way Vivian would ever pull off being female. Believe me, I tried my damnedest to help her. I loved her to death, but she was living in a fantasy land.
That must have not been my lucky day because Vivian wore my extra suit.
We were twins!
If by twin I meant giant, broad shouldered, muscular-legged, long-footed, square-jawed man-lady with boobs. Well, at least we had the tits part in common.
“Do you mind driving?” Vivian asked, “I’m low on gas.”
“I wanted to drink today.”
“That’s fine, baby girl, I’ll drive your car back for you.” That I could live with, so I agreed.
Once packed, I hustled Rosie into the car. After dropping her off for the weekend, I drove us the hour and a half to the water park. It was another blisteringly hot day and I couldn’t wait to get my drink made and submerge my fat ass into the water. I had consumed more malt beverages than usual lately, and seeing myself in a bathing suit had been a sobering sight. It worried me that Vivian might look better in it than I did. Just kidding!
Trickling Ponds was at capacity, and all the parking spots in the main structure were filled. A park employee directed us to a small side lot a mile and a half from where we were headed. “Take the tram in,” he said. The water park was on top of a hill, in an area that bordered a cattle farm. We had to navigate a narrow winding dirt road to the hidden parking lot. To make matters worse, I was now facing a bigger problem. Trickling Ponds checked bags upon entry and they did not allow you to bring in drinks.
How was I going to smuggle in my tequila?
“You will have to drink it now, babe,” Vivian decided.
“No way! I would die. Here,” I said handing her the bottle. “Put it in the bottom of your backpack, under the towel.
“That won’t work. They’ll make me empty the bag.” Vivian scoped out my body. “I’ll stick it in the back of your suit!”
Although that sounded like a terrible idea at first, I must admit, that bitch was a genius! My bathing suit was tight due to my excess weight, and I had on a loosely fitting cover up that disguised the bottle perfectly.
We loaded onto the tram and were happy to find two empty rows together, one facing the other. It was like we had our own little train car.
Our joy soon ended as a family of four boarded next to us. They took up the entirety of the bench seat directly across from where we were sitting. I noticed Vivian was becoming increasingly annoyed. She leaned her leg out and placed her feet on the bench across from us, taking over half their sitting space. They were polite and pretended like they didn’t notice, huddling together and avoiding eye contact.
“Vivian, put your feet down, that’s so rude!” I whispered in her ear. She kept them exactly where they were and acted like she couldn’t hear me. Her smug smile gave it away. This made the tram ride uncomfortable for everyone involved except Vivian.
Exiting couldn’t come soon enough.
Once we successfully smuggled my tequila into Trickling Ponds, Vivian found a locker to rent. While she was setting the code, I spotted a frozen lemonade stand and eagerly took my wallet to make a purchase.
Disappointment set in when I realized it was closed. Someone filled the booth floor to ceiling with dusty old boxes. Vivian joined me just seconds after I made the discovery.
“What kind of shit hole is this?” she asked. “Why have lemonade stands if you aren’t gonna sell lemonade?”
I giggled. “Well shit, what should I buy as a mixer?”
Vivian pointed out a self serving slushy stand. That was good enough for me! We entered the line. I looked around the tiny water park. “This place is old, huh?” I asked my girlfriend.
“I think they built it in the 1980s. They have not kept it up.”
“No kidding, it’s kind of scary!”
Peering onto the ground, I added, “It looks like it needs to be re-cemented, see all the cracks?”
“Wait until we get into the wave pool, it will slice open our feet! Last time I came here, I limped for a week.”
“I think I can do without the wave pool,” I decided.
Finally, it was my turn to help myself to some slushy. I looked around but couldn’t find a disposable cup anywhere. I walked over to the attendant, “Excuse me, where are the slushy cups?”
“We just have the twisty souvenir cups for $20.”
I glanced at the overpriced, undersized, skinny pieces of hollow plastic. I couldn’t make a drink in one of those. They were too tiny and expensive.
“No thanks. I would just like a regular cup please,” I said.
“Okay. Go to the lunch area and order the cup. Once you get it, bring it back here to fill.”
There was a giant line. “We can go straight to the front; we don’t have to wait in another line, right?” Vivian asked the clerk.
“No. Wait in line again.”
“We just waited for twenty minutes for nothing! Why would you have a slushy machine without cups? That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard of! Where is your manager?” she shouted. Several groups of park goers turned around to witness the commotion. I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and insert my head. The slushy attendant pointed us in the manager’s direction. Vivian’s attitude didn’t change, and the manager refused to help us.
“I just want to get on an attraction, Asterisk! I hate that you are making us waste our time to feed your addiction.”
“Why don’t you go on a slide and I’ll meet you at the exit afterwards,” I suggested.
“No way! I have been on all the single rider slides before. I brought you here so I could go on the doubles. Vivian’s eyes lit up. Go rent us a double tube, then we don’t have to wait in line. Do it while I buy your cup!”
I left Vivian at the food stand and made my way to the rental booth. They had sold out for the day and I knew Vivian wouldn’t take the news lightly. “This is the worst water park I have ever been to! I’m never coming here again. What a waste of money my season pass was.”
I decided that I would just take whatever drink the stand was selling and forfeit the slushy just to move forward. I ended up with warm peach tea in a cup with a smashed top, incapable of supporting a lid. Once back to the locker, I mixed my pathetic cocktail. Upon inspection I noticed black specks and a piece of plastic in the bottom. I guessed they probably had taken this one out of the trash to teach Vivian a lesson. Here I was being the one to bear the bitch’s burden. I picked the junk out of the cup and prayed the alcohol would kill whatever germs were inside.
“Have you ever been on a hydro-magnetic water slide before?”
Vivian asked. She had the enthusiasm of a hawk making its first kill.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Let’s go, girl!”
Whatever.
I followed Vivian to the slowest moving line I had ever been subjected to. Though it was only about fifty people deep, we stood for close to two hours. I noticed that everyone, but us, was under the age of eighteen. I was feeling old, awkward and out of place.
Luckily, the younger generation didn’t seem to think a transgender girl was weird. Vivian talked non-stop in a voice much louder than normal and every third word was a profanity. Although I did my best to remind her we were around children, it didn’t have much of an impression.
I tried to down my crappy cocktail, but it was disgusting and hard to swallow. It was making me nauseous, so when Vivian swept it out of my hands and took a giant chug, I was almost grateful.
Eventually we made it to the front of the line and entered the ride for the most unfulfilling twenty seconds in history.
“We waited two hours for that?” I asked.
“Right? So much for the hydro-magnetism! It’s a total scam. What should we go on next?” Vivian grabbed my hand and led me off of the ride. “Oh! I know!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I begged. “I need a bathroom break, a new soda and a half hour to relax in the lazy river, please.”
“Stop trying to ruin the day with your laziness!”
“I’m old!” I reminded her. “I’m not a spring chicken like you. I want to relax.”
“Pfft, please, you are only three years older than me.”
“But I’m a parent!” There was no other way out, I had to use my one “free pass” on Vivian. That’s right! I asked her if she wanted to smoke a doobie.
The next thing I knew we were on the long tram ride to the car. It was virtually empty. This time I put my feet up.
“I can’t wait to get high!” Vivian admitted, “I bet it will be so much more fun here after we smoke a joint!”
A voice echoed from behind. “It’s fun to be high! I used to love to get high. Can’t get high no more though.”
We turned around to see what appeared to be the female version of Crocodile Dundee, only with a case of schizophrenia. She had on a giant gray hat, over-sized sunglasses and a tan outfit made purely of khaki.
“Do you work for the park?” Vivian asked.
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“Yup, I ride on this tram all day long. I can’t get high though,” she chuckled. She was bizarre, yet probably the most entertaining thing we had encountered all day.
“Why can’t you get high?” I asked.
“Marijuana is legal now.”
“Oh no, never marijuana! Cocaine, acid, ecstasy, Special K. Wee hoo!”
Vivian and I looked at each other and laughed. Our new friend was laughing too.
“This is our stop,” Vivian told her as the tram slowed. “We’ll be heading back soon. Maybe we will see you then?”
“Getting high is fun but then it hurts your brain. I was jumping off the roof into my swimming pool with my sister but I hit my head. Now my sister is dead!” she laughed. Because of her thick pair of shades you couldn’t really tell who she was talking to, if anybody.
We hopped off the tram and headed to my car.
Soon it was time to re-board. We sat across from our new buddy. “How’s it hanging?” I asked. It looked like she had never stopped talking. Actually, I’m sure she hadn’t because she didn’t acknowledge my question at all and instead continued her gibberish. “High as an angel in the sky. I’m floating when I’m high. My sister couldn’t fly.”
Vivian and I were just the perfect amount of “high” to enjoy it.
Even though I was reluctant, I accompanied Vivian to the next ride. It was at least an hour before we reached the front of the line.
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“Step on here, please.” I looked over to where the ride attendant was pointing. Was he fucking serious? I glanced at Vivian for some kind of reaction, but she was following orders for once. Adjacent to the entrance of the ride was a giant scale. These jerks would weigh us before allowing us to ride.
“Sorry! You are too heavy!” he informed us, after reading our combined weight.
That had to be the most horrific thing that had ever happened in my life.
“What?” I asked.
“You are too big to ride together. Exit the ride, please move along. Next!”
“Wait, wait!” I screamed.
Now it was my turn to go psycho, “What is the weight limit for two people?”
“400 lbs. Please move, you are holding up the line!”
I glanced over to Vivian and looked her up and down. Exactly how much of the 400 was her fault? Worse yet, how much was mine?
“No! I will not moooove!” Like a mad birthing cow, I continued my intoxicated tirade. “We waited in line for an hour to ride this! There was not a weight limit posted anywhere in the line! None of the other employees working here bothered to pull me aside and tell me I was TOO FAT to get on! I’m not leaving until I get on a ride, any ride!”
Vivian’s face was gleaming, my craziness had impressed her.
My tantrum also influenced the park employees. We were promptly escorted to the front of another water slide and the two of us climbed onto a giant inner tube together. “Remove your sunglasses!” A lifeguard said.
Just as I was pulling them off, they propelled us down the giant slide and an enormous force ripped my favorite pair of gold-rimmed shades right out of my hand. Before I could react to what had happened, we were already at the bottom of the ride floating in a foggy pool of over-chlorinated water.
I jumped off the raft and violently searched through the waves.
“You must exit!” the lifeguard called out.
“I lost my sunglasses, I need to find them!”
“You can go to the lost and found after the park closes.”
“Grrrr! Can we just please leave now?” I begged Vivian.
Even though she hated the water park too, she was insistent on staying to get her money’s worth.
“Asterisk, I’m not coming back again because this place sucks too much. I have to at least stay a full day so I know the money spent on my season pass wasn’t a complete waste!”
“So in essence, you are paying to torture yourself?”
Finally, something I said made sense to her, and she agreed to leave.
Unfortunately, we didn’t see our new friend on the final tram ride back to the car. I never found my sunglasses either.
Enjoy what you just read?? GOOD! That was Chapter 20 in the new book.
August 20, 2019
New Book With Real Transgender Characters
“A Wolf in Women’s Clothing” is a new novel that focuses on the real life adventures of REAL transgender characters – and not the “token” ones featured on TV and in movies these days.
If you want to read something fresh and intriguing, minus the layer of bullshit that’s usually being fed to the public, this book is for you.
“A Wolf in Women’s Clothing” takes you into the nitty-gritty lives of a young mtf child finding her true gender identity at the age of nine and the steps her mother takes to start her transformation, as well as a thirty-something mtf trans-woman who hadn’t come out until recently.
This book is not sugar coated, it dives into the good, bad and disturbing parts of life after transition. If you are sensitive to foul language, descriptive sex, and mental illness, this story may not be for you.
Inspired by real life events, I give you my 5th novel: “A Wolf in Women’s Clothing.” A book you will not soon forget!
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July 3, 2019
A Wolf in Women’s Clothing
After Franklin transitions to Rosie, we quickly find out that the world isn’t as forgiving as we’d hoped. The kids at school bully her, random people hurl insults at me because I’m an “unfit parent” and even Rosie’s father blames me for her gender dysphoria. But I’m determined to help my daughter navigate this difficult time in her life, regardless of what it takes.
So when I meet Vivian, a vibrant transgender woman with a personality that’s larger than life, I think she’s the perfect role model for my Rosie. Sure she’s a bit rough around the edges, aren’t we all? At the end of the day, Rosie’s welfare is at the forefront of my mind and I believe having someone who has experienced exactly what she is going through is necessary.
Yet, things get complicated when my relationship with Vivian turns sexual. With the lines blurred, the woman I once thought was the silver lining in our lives becomes something else—a wolf in women’s clothing.
This is our story.
A Wolf In Women’s Clothing is a LGBTQ literary fiction book that follows the journey of Asterisk, her transgender daughter Rosie and the transgender woman who comes into their lives, Vivian. This book delves into the complexities of gender dysphoria, navigating life as the parent of a transgender child, and a tumultuous lesbian relationship. A Wolf In Women’s Clothing will have you laughing, crying and doing introspection. Pick up a copy today!
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