Archives for the 'orphans' Category
Girl with no name
Walking to work in my lady clothes, I feel a little crazy inside. Who am I? I wonder. What is this? I love the lady clothes, but they feel like drag.
When you get a job, don’t you kind of become a different person? A little bit? That’s one of the things I worry about.
When I […]
Skull of Zeus
Some thoughts, feelings, ideas, observations, and speculations about my second favorite subject in the world: Left Hook!
WHO IS LEFT HOOK? AND WHERE DID SHE COME FROM?
From the first moment you meet Left Hook, you know that there is something different about her. Something so, so, so special.
What is she? you ask yourself.
Is she one of […]
Yoke lifted
When Firecracker and I were little girls, we were obsessed with orphans, babies abandoned in dumpsters, and Satanic ritual abuse. When we got new dolls, we freed them gingerly from their plastic shackles, our brows knit. What kind of monster, we wondered, would tie a little child up that way? We knew it would be […]
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I fell and skinned my knee at work yesterday. Motherfucker! Do you know how bad it hurts to skin your knee? No wonder children freak out when it happens to them. Plus I ripped my pants! They were only H&M, but still. The whole thing was a drag.
This is what my coworker, Mrs. Living […]
And then, a miracle
The other day at work, one of my charges, a three-year-old with an intelligent little weasel face, gazed up at me and said, dreamily, “Ms. Whip, where did you come from?”
And I was like, “God sent me so that you might have eternal life.”
J/k. Honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer her. […]
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