I was not a good daughter. At least, according to my father, I wasn’t. I wasn’t a good daughter simply because I wasn’t a son. It wasn’t my mother’s fault, of course, that I wasn’t a boy, it was my fault. I had been the one who refused to be a boy.

muffin is searching for a new life outside of Manhattan. is Brooklyn really the place for that? especially since she has to deal with spot conlon.

*OLD WORK* B/V- Bulma is trapped and miserable in a forced marriage, and is Queen of Earth. But when she and her husband go on a diplomatic trip to another planet, a ray of hope emerges in a most unlikely place...