Hello, you fantastic so-and-sos and my favorite looky-loos, how are you? My-oh-my, I have so much to talk about and no time to do it. But I DID want to show you where my story Fuck Means Intercourse ended up: at the Berkeley Moth, where I got second place! Can I get a hell yeah?
I had no idea taking this little abstraction from a longer story would have the life it’s had. It has wings because, as someone whose live stories run around 15 minutes each, I was determined to write something that could be told in 5ish, and this is the one that’s worked the best so far. Will I even be able to put it back into the story from whence it came? I don’t think so! I think it’s its own thing now, and I’m okay with that.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think! And, so, if you may remember in Page to Stage, I confessed that the name “Brenda Parker” is that of a school friend, and I used it because it has nice strong consonants (and I can’t remember the name of the mean girl(s!) from the lunch line). I mentioned that I was pretty sure it wouldn’t matter because what were the chances that the real Brenda would catch wind? Well, it’s still a pretty darn slim chance, but just in case, just saying here again, Brenda was a rad girl and not a bully at all; she just has a great name to spit out in the middle of a story, ha ha!
Thanks, and we’ll talk soon—real soon! xoxo, Amy
