I remember my counsellor at church camp telling me that only humans were allowed up through the Pearly Gates. I was nonplussed, and decided I'd rather go hang out with my camp horse, Whopella, than hear more about how many other things, real and imaginary, weren't technically allowed in Heaven. Like fairies. Shut up,…

Going up, my parents were were divorced and never communicated directly. I got bounced back and forth between them a lot. Always based on what my mom needed. Fuck my social life or grades or stability. If being a parent started to get too hard, she'd ship me off to live with my grandmother or father. She'd get lonely,…