What’s up, dudes? Thanks for tuning in to Stripcast: True Stories From a Stripper With a PhD. Today's episode is a letter to my younger self.
Dear girl, I never forgot you. Every code I crack, every door I unlock, every success, the obsessive hustle: every one of these is a fulfillment of a wish I made in a dark bedroom on some lonely night in Danville, Virginia, halfway through puberty and already one foot in the grave, an insomniac child whispering requests to the future, sad and weird and alone.
If they ever ask me to whom do I dedicate my work, my art, this life, my answer will be this: myself, at age 13.