I am not feeling the last post as much as the two before it

& two writers said of the "sleep. snort. fuck. y'all" post that it was full of perverse anger.

I was feeling that.

I'm working on a new character for my angry-young-woman novel. I'm thinking about starting a new genre and switching the words around: young angry woman. Yaw. To gape wide open.

Almost as good as vaglit or cuntlit. Yawlit.

My new character's name is Casualty. He carries Mason jars of weed with him wherever he goes; he lives with his hippie dad. He knows music & drugs & little else.

& maybe he's responsible for the ravers in my brain...

Here's a link to a published chapter of Homegirl

Fuck yeah, homegirl!

Yours in yaw,
Ry