Title: Brandy Alexander, Queen Supreme

Disclaimer: Invisible Monsters (C) Chuck Palahniuk

Summary:

Rating: M; Just to be safe, since there are Vaginoplasty and Labiaplasty references. Gotta be careful.
Also, said rating lets me do WHATEVER the fuck I want. ;D No boundaries, baby. Not today.

Note: I guess you could call this a character analysis? It's not really a fanfiction, in my opinion, but it's NOTHING close to an original work.
Hard to explain. I just finished the book for the third time, and I noticed how much I LOVE the makeup of Brandy Alexander, as a character.

Important: I'm not fully sure if this is in the correct place, seeing as how when I found the section this has been placed in, I found a Dr. Who fic, as the only one there.
HOPEFULLY, this is the right place, and if not, help me out? c: Much thanks, ladies and gents.

Riddle me this lovelies;
Why isn't this book famous, like Harry Potter?

Also, I like using the phrase "Brandy Alexander, Queen Supreme.", so pardon my overuse.
I guess it's for effect. :D

Brandy Alexander.

Queen Supreme.

Her large hands. Her Plumbago lips. Aubergine Dreams, smeared across her eyelids, as though she's something special. Someone Special.

Really, she's run of the mill.

Really, she's someone you see on the street every day.

Really, you look at her, and you say: "Don't I know her?"

Jump to the truth. And I say: "No."

You look at her. Brandy Alexander, Queen Supreme. You look at her, and you'd never think that in that jacket pocket, right on the breast of something that you'll see on the shelves of the local department store a week from now, there are pamphlets. There are small, cheaply made, little books, telling you all about how you could be someone new.

Talking about how Vaginoplasty could change your life. You could be a real woman. Brandy Alexander, Queen Supreme. She could be a real woman.

Talking about how Labiaplasty can change your life. You can be a real woman. Brandy Alexander, Queen Supreme. She can be a real woman.

You can, you could. Your whole life can, your whole life could.

You can become who you where supposed to be. Your whole life could be perfection.

You can be someone you're not. Your whole life could be something it's not.

Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

You look at her. Brandy Alexander, Queen Supreme. You look at her, and you think about how many mistakes she must have made.

One? Two?

Maybe three, in her whole life?

You look at her, and never know how wrong you are.

You never know how much she's done, just to get here.

And you, you'll never know that. You'll never realize that she's so horrible. Brandy Alexander, Queen Supreme. She's the home and moving hub for all that you hate.

Sorry, Mom.

Sorry, God.

I'm sorry, I just can't continue this. :3

Not that I don't like it, but I wrote this about... Nearly five months ago, and never got into the feel I had for it...

SERIOUSLY. I FUCKING LOVE PALAHNIUK'S WRITING STYLE, AND I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE HIM WHEN I GROW UP OHMYFUCKINGGODDAMNGODDD.

So, uh, well... Yeah. That'll be all. I hope you liked this, and hopefully this doesn't bore you to tears. :3

By the way... Uh...

Yeah. THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU.