My own foray as a writer’s assistant took place in the early 2000s and that’s what I wanted to capture. Shit was fucking intense. There were color-coded terror threats every morning and George W. “Strategery” Bush was president. Gays couldn’t get married in the U.S. and my mom still whispered when she said the word lesbian. “Magic Stick” by Lil’ Kim & 50 Cent was on the radio and I didn’t yet know the differences between gender expression and gender assigned at birth. This was the world I was becoming a young adult in and I wanted to catch a slice of it before it faded away.
