Blacklisted from all LGBT+ book awards after someone figures out that my heartwarming and atmospheric novel of a trans woman's self-discovery through forestry among the majestic Pacific Northwestern landscape is just the plot of Monty Python's Lumberjack Song taken seriously.
one time when I was a barista I was telling my coworker that I suddenly really missed cows. I used to work with cows all the time back home and then I moved away and suddenly it had been four years and nary a cow.
15 minutes later this old guy came up to the counter with his address written on a napkin & he said “me and my wife have a whole herd of dexters and a couple of new calves. come on over any time”
so after work I was like ok fuck it & I drove to the address and I parked at at the gate & I walked down the driveway to the barn and this woman was like “oh my husband told me you might stop by! come see our cows” and she introduced me to every single cow. made my whole week.
look. i am a creature of simple needs. all i want is a character who seems kind and open-hearted and easygoing, a character who seems angry and cynical and armored, and a story in which the latter is absolutely wrecked, sexually, by the former