Original Art

My man's the big man on the big screen. Daddy's gonna be a rock and roll star. I'm his pretty wife, sixteen, beauty-queen. You don't know you're happy until you really are.

I am bothered and wishing I were detached. I have people complaining that my work is anti-feminine. I guess I have been anticipating this response. But I am trying to delve into the anti-feminine drives within women that force us to act outside of our own self-interest. And beyond gender - I want to write a story about self-destruction. I wish the noise would stop because I have to tell this story. I promise I am genuinely investigating, never half-assed. How can it be? I've