Man I promise she so self-conscious

What I have written—and how I came to write it—is most powerfully what I am.
It’s wonderful to be hated by idiots.

On the first day of my [writing] workshop with Angela Carter, in my sophomore year, Carter was charged with reducing the number of would-be participants in her class to fourteen. Maybe thirty people were in the room, and she simply stood before us and tried to take questions. Some young guy in the back, rather too full of himself, raised his hand and, with a sort of withering skepticism, asked, ‘Well, what’s your work like?’

You have to have heard Carter speak to know how funny the next moment was. She had a reedy and somewhat thin British voice, toward the upper end of the scale, and she paused a lot when she spoke. There were a lot of ums and ahs. Before she replied, she cocked her head and said ‘um’ once or twice. Then she said, ‘My work cuts like a steel blade at the base of a man’s penis.’

reblog pt. 2

reblog pt. 2

Boys waiting for a ride, boys jumping the community pool gate, boys eating Cheetos with blue Gatorade, boys petting dogs, boys at the traffic light, boys on a baseball diamond on a weeknight, boys paying for sour candy and Red Bull with a credit card, boys pelting each other with fallen pine cones, boys whooping through red clay tennis courts, boys at the supermarket, boys eating angel food cake out of their hands, boys biting their fingernails to the skin, boys running.

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But if I were to write my title, like, going through the airport and you have to put down what you do, I would literally write ‘Creative Genius’ except for two reasons. It sometimes takes too long to write that and sometimes I spell the word ‘genius’ wrong.