I read a short story where a woman character “always looked forward to her period” because it was “a reminder of her womanness” and YES! The story WAS in fact written by a male!
*my uterus hits the self destruct button and tissue and blood begins falling out of my vagina*
Ok, reality check. Liz is in the trunk of this car. And she is dead. That is a sad, fucked up thing. But you are going to walk into that school and strut your shit down the hallway like everything is peachy fucking keen.