At a sun-bleached New York diner, Felix sips something pink, Stephanie threatens to spike David’s coffee with rat poison, and a trans girl at the next table wins everyone's heart mid-obituary battle. David reverse-engineers gentrification through the classifieds, while Stephanie’s ready to slap democracy if they’re out of naan again. Together they form a brunch cult: “We are the stained, the spared, and the machine-wash cold!”
Stories that live off the page and rent free in your mind.
Bitch, I’m Fabulous
I’m overjoyed to announce that someone has stepped up to support my work.
To keep his name private, I call him Max. Max reached out and said he believes in my Accidentally Sideways™ voice—and as long as I keep telling stories, he’s offered to cover the cost of Microsoft Word for me. It’s just under $7 a month, but for me, it changed everything.
If you want to be a superhero like Max, you can scan the QR code or use the link below.
When I got my first donation, I Joy Shouted in a Woodman’s grocery store: “Tammy Wynette!”
I scared a woman so badly, she pulled her child closer to her.
I write because I’m dyslexic, gay, and was always told:
“You can’t say that.”
“Use your inside voice.”
“Don’t be so loud.”
“You’re not smart enough.”
I chose off-brand food just to have money to write.
I called every friend I knew asking if they had an old laptop collecting dust.
That’s what I write these stories on.
So if you can—and only if you want to—please consider supporting my work:
https://buymeacoffee.com/bitchimfabulous
Thank you.
And if you hear someone shouting “Tanya Tucker!” in the frozen foods aisle… it might be me again.
No donation needed—just leave a Joy Shout if my voice hit home. Yell anything—‘Tom Brokaw,’ ‘frozen grapes,’ whatever makes your inner weirdo smile. But shout Trump? Baby, this isn’t that. Dismissed—politely, fabulously, and forever.
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