Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?

You want to know what pain is? Try running out of Advil when you've got a Category Five period. I've had cramps that would make grown men beg for a bullet between the eyes." - Jennifer, "Beauty Queens

She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.

In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I’m stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie’s list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesn’t have to know.

My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?

We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.