Kinda nice.
I'm freaking a little bit since I'm playing a show on Friday. It's shaping up that I might be the only girl on the stage the whole night. It's a far cry from M*mapalooza. I have to whine a bit, though, that here I am, the girl bass player/singer in a metal band, I wear mini-skirts and platform boots onstage, and I'm playing to a room full of guys, but, still, I can't get any action. WTF?
Have I so thoroughly internalized the idea that moms "shouldn't" be a certain way that, even though I might kinda look the part, I give off some kind of anti-sex vibe? Do I reek of desperation? Of loneliness? Of poverty? Tight schedules? Exhaustion? Do I have dishpan hands?
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