January 16, 2023 | Nonfiction
Why I Did It
Miss Unity
The day I stopped being a woman was a hard-boiled egg kind of day.
The day I stopped being a woman was a hard-boiled egg kind of day.
The other thing Belle did
Was burn three holes in my thigh
With her cigarette
Revenge for the chaos I’d caused
I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)
The first six months I took hormones I was frumpy and ridiculous looking. I didn’t know anything about makeup or styling
Where was my pimp? My boss? My daddy? I wanted a man from a Lana Del Rey song.