crushing the lesbian mothers’ dreams.

My mothers constantly told me the standard “If you want it bad enough you can be anything!” At seven I was naive enough to believe this, but at fifteen when my moms were still touting around this philosophy I was a bit jaded by that point.

“Actually, I could never be President, ” I retorted. “Look at me. I’m black, I’m a girl, and I’m a smidgen over five feet.” Three years later I realize that times-are-a-changin’ but if I stood up and declared my run for presidency the entire south would secede.

I don’t think I’d be excited to run this country anyway. It’s showing all the signs of a declining empire. Soon money will be backed solely on trust and grocery store lines will be filled with mothers shouting my dollar bill is worth twenty just because I say so!

I’m going to be a novelist anyway. I don’t set my sights very high, I suppose.