A Fashionably Dead Christmas Quotes

“just pick who I am in the mood to be and wear that person around until something else calls me.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“I am every man and every woman,” my cousin said, acknowledging my uncertainty and confusion. “I am no better or no less than anyone.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“Perfect is boring. Flaws are what make life interesting,” he insisted as he took my face in his hands and placed a kiss on my nose.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“Holy plastic Baby Jesus in a manger from Target, will someone please tell me I’m dreaming?” I choked out. I stared in shock at the rock star who was gagged and tied to a chair next to my Christmas tree.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“One love feeds the fire,” Satan sang in the key of Z minor—dead asleep. “Oh Sweet Hell on Earth—no,” Ethan moaned as he clamped his hands over his ears.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“I swallowed the 734,658,746 word long stream of nearly endless profanity I wanted to utter and stayed calm.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“My closet was my sacred space. It was off limits to all but me, except Ethan was allowed in for Thursday night closet sex.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“Can me play too?” “Holy shitbuckles,” I squealed as I accidentally kneed Ethan right in his man jewels.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“That door doesn’t lock… and anyway Sammy’s napping. If we… ” “Me can put chair in front of door,” Samuel announced happily from the entryway.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“I am a very selfish man, Astrid. I want your body, your mind, your soul, your thoughts, and your love. I need to know all your wishes and dreams—I want to make them come true.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“Astrid, did you grow a penis?” my Uncle asked, forgetting his dilemma as he stared in surprise at the unsightly bulge poking out of my ever-shrinking attire.
“No,” I shouted as he blanched and backed…" - A Fashionably Dead Christmas by Robyn Peterman”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas

“We never even got to the presents. We didn’t need them. Christmas was about love and family. I had love and I had a family.”
― Robyn Peterman, A Fashionably Dead Christmas