So when I finally picked up The Perks of Being a Wallflower last week, I was instantly mesmerized. Not only by the troubled Charlie for whom we find ourselves having so much hope; or his friends full of depth, complications, and brazen youth that frankly I was jealous of, but for the notes in it Ryan had left me, beyond just the inscription.
Though I still found her strange, I was intrigued that, not only was there a drag queen from Pittsburgh, but that she looked how she looked. It was almost as if she had slapped the city’s conservatism in its face. Being unusual not just for a person, but for a drag queen? That takes guts.
I loved arguing about music with you because you were sexy when you really believed something, gesturing passionately and widening your eyes so much that they sparkled.?