ah yes, the Teenage Girl Phase that we all go through. the one where we agonize over our weird feelings for girls & read horror & feel half-dead, far too able to relate to murdered girls in media & daydream about being non-corporeal & dabble in witchcraft & sink into depression & try to scrub ourselves raw every time a boy touches us & feel directionless because what we want doesn’t line up with what we’re supposed to want…
or is that version not sexy and cute enough for men to want to fantasize and write about




















