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2 is the grade I was in when I thought I loved Lucy. 2 is the number of times Lucy was arrested for meth in a single day. 2 is the number of Xanies she must have taken the night she showed up to my welcome home party, because she was fucking sloppy.
I Love Claire Vaye Watkins But If Two Female Writers Each Choose Darkness Are They Enemies or Friends or Something Other: a review, a love story, a confessional
And then there is the question of motherhood. And how it does or doesn’t fit into the feminist narrative, into our ideas of ourselves as liberated women.
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!