Something Spectacular (Something Fabulous, #2)

by Alexis Hall

Wherever you fit on the gender spectrum, I idolise you, and you’re powerful; remember that some of the best artists in the world reject gender norms. —Bimini Bon Boulash

“You know I adore you both, I adore you so much, but would you mind awfully if I stormed out moodily?”

“But I tied your hair to a tree. You can’t be in love with someone who tied your hair to a tree.”

“You know I’ll just say everything’s an ornamental pot.” He smiled then, and Peggy reeled a little internally from the way it changed his whole face from abstractly handsome into something rather glorious. “But Peggy, ornamental pots are not the same without you.”

I am mildly conflicted about my life sometimes And it is hard to know how to be yourself When everything in the world is full of other people’s ideas About what things are and mean. But mostly I am very lucky with the people who love me And fine. Mostly I am fine.

Once again, the image in the glass disorientated her, simply by looking how she wanted—in this moment—to look.

“I’m confused. One minute you’re annoyed with me; now you’re trying to coitus me.”

“You get an instinct sometimes,” explained Mr. Delancey. “When it’s your child.” Peggy’s shoulders slumped. “Well, instinct confirmed, I guess. Because I’m not even a little bit all right.”

Mrs. Delancey smiled at her husband. “We haven’t been to town for such a long time. I would love to disguise myself as a man and take in a dissection.”