There's a special kind of ecstasy I feel when I read an Andrew Joseph White book and his protag unapologetically talks about the horrors of being a woman (without pulling any punches), and talks about the horrors of being a woman when a woman is not what you are
🩷: If you're looking for your virginity, Renee, I think you said you lost it in the backseat of a 1979 Ford Pinto on prom night. So you might want to check there.