I am home because I am a writer, but sometimes, when I'm not productive (productivity: the expectations of capitalism), I feel like a terrible housewife, or a sick person.

My rage and sense of alienation as to how women have been written, have allowed themselves to be written, in so many ways, has political roots.

I think the online space can be a free space, in that we are not reliant online on the publishing industry or readers who just don't get it.

I think that writing and publishing are different. I think I will always write; I might not always publish. The idea of not publishing is wonderful!

She smoked because she craved something to do with her hands, that delicate interplay of light and cup and first inhale. Craved the repetition of it. It was so difficult sometimes to be still in a room, alone with oneself. To bare oneself to the lonely.

I don't think men experience the embargo on channeling the autobiography in their literature.

I'm exposing faultlines, dealing especially with rhetoric. Showing that heterosexuality is a disease, or at least its inheritance.