The dragon on his arm seemed to climb from his skin to mine.

I wanted dragons. Big, wide, fire-red eyes. Red like the blood that pooled on my skin.

FEMINIST CAPITULATION BY LIZ FYNE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 39

Nothing but sex. That’s what I expected.

Men, women. Cats, dogs.

Lizards. I learned somewhere, during my years of academic delinquency, that some lizards are parthenogenetic, meaning they are all female and …

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