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439 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2017
I imagine the girl friendly world. Streets at night full of girls and women, god, it would be so lovely. Walking anywhere we want, wearing anything we want, staying out late, shouting, singing, drinking. Never worrying about attracting unwanted attention from dickheads. All the taxis and Ubers driven by women, so you don't have to sit there holding your phone, ready to instant dial for help if they take a wrong turn on the way home.
Imagine slipping out for a full moon midnight walk just because you could. We'd start to swagger, we'd own the streets, own the night.
‘It can’t be a girl—what girl would say stuff like that?’
‘It’s because we’re brought up to be all nice and smiley and agreeable. It’s not acceptable for girls to act on their aggressions, so we have to get creative. At least boys get to duke it out.’
The bonds of girl friendship can be tight to the point of strangulation, and no one’s going to start trippy skipping from group to group. Teachers don’t get the most basic stuff sometimes.
A part of me that I didn’t know existed spoke for the first time.
It makes me wonder what else is there, waiting to appear.
"As usual, I don't know which way is north, but I know the direction of beauty."
"I open the tram window and cup my hand at the air, trying to catch it for later, so it's what I take home from the night."
"So I just stand here on the warm floor, in my bare feet, on a small island of sun, till it moves into shadow."
"I am filled with the thought that there's nothing more thrilling than all those things in your future, waiting to be known."
"I'm weak-kneed in love with beauty every single day."
"The third viola staring at the first violin while she thinks about sex. I can hear it in her eyes. It's a slow, slow slide. Blinking heat and the sweetness of C."
"What's true is I'm a virgin. Not that being a virgin is a virtue. But it is a fact."
"We are crossing lines. I don't know what they are exactly, though. Or where they lead."
"No one has missed me. The world hasn't ended, but it feels like it has."
"I hear longing in these notes. They go all the way to the past and forward to some future where I haven't yet arrived."