I just - through a series of weird connections involving quoting this post - reread my submission to the "Feminism for Freaks" anthology project.
Which ... petered out before it existed.
This makes me sad, even if the piece I wrote reads like I slit my wrists and bled all over the damn page.
Which ... petered out before it existed.
This makes me sad, even if the piece I wrote reads like I slit my wrists and bled all over the damn page.