My favorite color is pink, I never miss a nail appointment, and I’ve got enough lace panties to last me a lifetime. Where am I going with this? Let’s just say some folks try hard to revoke my afro-punk card. I feel the cold hard stares every time I attend a local concert decked out in my usual wares, texting away on my blackberry covered in Hello Kitty stickers. “What is this bourgeois bitch doing here?” girls whisper to one another. In a room full of ripped denims and spikes,…
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