I’m Really Quitting This Time by Antonia Crane

listen to this story

(1993-1994 San Francisco)

“I look at you, I am unable to stir, I struggle, I am unable to reach you monster.”
-Monique Wittig

Bianca was a dapper girl-boy: tall and lean with fine brown hair and Colorado snow skin. Sad grey eyes that pulled me home when I curled around [...]