“I miss nobody caring whether I’m too girly or not girly enough. I played tackle sports with boys all day, totally innocent, until I was suddenly this stared-at thing, preparing to be impregnated whenever Brio Magazine approves, even though babies terrify me, unless I ruin someone’s bubblegum before I’m married and die a lonely s-l-u-t. Well, I can’t ruin anyone if I’m a bald skull who never hugs, jogs, writes love letters, dresses like it’s summer … thinks … reads … speaks … exists …”
