"In a flamboyant gesture the Blond Actress lifted both hands to her hair, took hold of the luxuriant platinum-blond wig and detached it from her own hair... tore it free, and tossed it to the wind. '"Mon-chan"โloves you! And you! And you!'"
When you want to fuck the Queen so bad you freak out and show her how good you can run a nunnery. One of the three books that contains a character I identify with. Blah blah blah mean lesbians free yourself from tropes and memetic stereotypes. Dykes are people. Women can be hard. And this is a story about people, some of who are 12th century dykes.
Love the part where he goes, "'My favorite song,' she said, and it was Joni singin 'Help me, I think I'm falling'" โ and he breaks into the melody, just like Joni does with the Frankie Valli song on the radio in "This Flight Tonight"
