"Do you wanna get wings after class?" They weren’t the first words I spoke to Stephen, but they were the first marinated in mustering up the courage to ask him out and bump uglies already.
Confit: An Unctuous, Slow-Cooked Love
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Out of Body: Reminiscing on My Time Dabbling in the Occult
The name of the store was "Possibilities," which I frequented with my friend at the time, Kara, the only Pisces in my life I've ever befriended. It sat next to a therapist's office right off Pittston Avenue in Scranton, a therapist I visited only once at my mother's urging after my parents divorced, but that's not what this is about (although the timing of traumatic childhood event and thinking I was a witch pairs nicely, like spicy red wine and a good cut of meat.)
Future Star: Reflections on Pipe Dreams and Self-Obsession
The hankering for fame like no other started as early as I can remember. I was an only child, so the center of attention simply by default, and I thrived most in climates where I was the focal point of the room. By four or five, I was already destined to be a Rockette at best, a groupie at worst, always discovered by my parents moving wildly in the center of some dance floor filled with drunk adults.
Unattainable
Gringa: A True Story of Culture Shock, False Promises and That Time I (Almost) had a Sugar Daddy
"You have a nice figure, Gringa. But you could still get a little more meat on your bones."
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