Chapter 11

“A woman,” Wanda, one of her close friends, reminded her now. “You’re a grown-ass woman. With a life. A job. A nice car. Retirement’s savings. And you’re not even thirty yet!”

“Thank you for all the praise, my dear Fish Called Wanda,” Rowan teased. She was in the middle of her condo’s closet, pacing back and forth as she tried to pack for the weekend festivities. After the first hour had been a struggle of Sisyphean proportions, Rowan had called Wanda up and asked for help. Wanda had only teased her at first, stating that Rowan was only calling the other butch trans woman she knew because all the femmes—like Gina and Taylor—were with their sugar daddies for the holiday weekend.

“Do you want me to return the favor, then?” Rowan asked Wanda now. “And praise you until you can’t stand it anymore?”