Mae gets an unexpected knock on the door.
“Who knew Str8 Karen could be so exhausting?”
“I have managed to become completely convinced that I will never be a real adult.”
3 A.M. is back! Mae is freaking out about Ruth’s note. What’s her game plan?
“What if we just watch Buffy instead?”
“Enter, children, unto my super gay gingerbread house of sweet queer temptation.”
“This wasn’t the playground anymore. Kid stuff wasn’t going to work on a teenager.”
“I’m a lot more than some sad girl who grew up in a sad place.”
I feel like I’m stuck being the ‘now me.’
“Wait! Don’t leave me all alone here with this white guilt!”
“This is fine. I don’t need to graduate school.”
“For me, there’s pretty much always been a clear line between sexual intimacy and emotional intimacy.”
“There is a point at which my body reaches maximum capacity for stress and responds to emotional stimuli, positive or negative, with tears.”
“You know they don’t like to be called white.”
“You got any snacks?”
“Now that I’m a grown-up (sike!), I find myself capable of doing just about anything! … Anything, of course, except asking for help when I’m going through a thing or something is hard for me.”
When I saw it, somehow I knew it was mine.
“Mommy, why are you lying on the floor like that?”
“Work is keeping you busy?” “No, I’ve been busy going on dates!”
“But tomorrow, I turn thirty! A near-twenty years beyond ever expected!”