In a recent class, I was asked to write two scenes, each describing the same accident from the point of view (POV) of different characters. I’m going to share with you what I wrote and try to explain the lessons I came away with. Oh, and I’m going to tell you an awkward story where I find myself looking in the wrong way at the wrong woman.
Apropos of something, if I had a nickel for every time I've been walking around one gay ghetto or another, see a cute boy in jeans and a crewcut from the back, only to discover it's a hot little dyke up front... 😂
Apropos of something, if I had a nickel for every time I've been walking around one gay ghetto or another, see a cute boy in jeans and a crewcut from the back, only to discover it's a hot little dyke up front... 😂