peevish mama

You stopped me dead in my tracks with this:

“The look scared her, the body slant. He walked through the apartment, bent slightly to one side, a twisted guilt in his smile, ready to break up a table and burn it so he could take out his dick and piss on the flames.”*

I would love to believe that there aren’t any meaningful difference between male and female writers. This proves that there is a difference – that there should be. Hats off, dude.

*Lianne thinking about her ex on page 104 of Falling Man.