Thanks for checking in but YES , I was sure. I only wish I knew exactly what the fuck that thing was. She'd tracked me down and somehow fought to get backstage. Your clicks keep us alive! Life is hard, but it's better when you're not alone. There were three other women there.
Waiting backstage, the other women seemed fairly calm and collected. And read more confessions here.
Confession: I Participated In A Sleazy Cancun Wet T-Shirt Contest
Or was that a one-time-only, sleep-med-induced iteration of myself that I'll never see again? So was I—enthused, even. She'd tracked me down and somehow fought to get backstage. They were skinny, blonde, gorgeous—a couple boasted Eastern European accents that I failed, either in my dialect ignorance or alcohol-ridden state, to identify. I've since made peace, reconciling my actions and my politics—my feminism now allows for my "thirst," however seedy the identity it might adopt. Your clicks keep us alive! I only wish I knew exactly what the fuck that thing was.