We’ll shortly return to our usual posting schedule, cross my heart, but you have to admit that everything is chaotic and full of crap, and there’s a hurricane behind us and another one coming at us full-on, and Obama was like “hey, who you are is good, trans service members, so be who you are” and trans service members were like “GREAT!” and then Trump was like “AND NOW THAT YOU’VE IDENTIFIED YOURSELVES…,” and Obama was like “hey, you deserve to be here, DREAMers, so come out and let us take care of you” and undocumented immigrants brought here as kids were like “GREAT!” and then Trump was like “AND NOW THAT YOU’VE IDENTIFIED YOURSELVES…” It’s bad, is my point, and if anything’s going to make it better, it’s probably not going to be an excerpt from the upcoming all-girl version of Lord of the Flies — but it might, right? Just a little? We need it.
Simone staggered out of the woods, her hair matted and muddy. She wore a crude garment that she had fashioned out of leaves, and her eyes were wild.
“Simone!” cried Roger. “I love your dress.”
“Thanks!” Simone said, gesturing. “It has pockets!”