(Krupskaya, 2006)

I rip the language of the academy out of context and force it into my own writing, so it can turn up its nose at my noisy corporeality. My vulgarity surrounds it on all sides, with huge slimy cunt teeth ready to snap elitism in two.

These are the things that are wrong with me. I’m a woman. I write about sex. I’m too old, I’m too weird. I’m white. I’m a white woman who’s too old to write about sex.