Anyone who’s met me knows I’m all about supporting women. My
first novel’s got a pink cover, for
clit’s sake, and its title even features the word girl. Few things give me greater joy than being there for my gal
pals and cheering on the sisterhood. I rise, you rise, rising boats and all
that shemale shish-kumbaya.
But lately, I’ve been dealing with some stiff sister
competition from a place I never expected. And my first instinct is to keep this
chick down and put her back in her place.
