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Gaming while female is enough to incur the wrath of the dudebros, and they've come for me. Instead of fighting back, I've created an alternate account. Male name, male pronouns. And I've met this girl. I've always liked girls, and Laura's adorable and smart and never gives up, and she likes me back. Or rather, she likes the man I'm pretending to be. But I can't tell her I'm a woman without the mob coming after her too. And besides: I might not be a woman, not really. The truth is, I don't know what I am anymore. I've spent my whole life being told how I'm supposed to act and what I'm supposed to be, but none of it feels right. And my lie is starting to feel truer than anything I've ever been. There's a convention coming up, but the closer it gets, the more I have to choose: lie, or fight.
About the Author
Erica Kudisch lives, writes, sings, and often trips over things in New York City. When not in pursuit of about five different creative vocations, none of which pay her nearly enough, you can usually find her pontificating about dead gay video games, shopping for thigh-high socks, and making her beleaguered characters wait forty thousand words before they get in the sack.
In addition to publishing novellas and short stories as fantastika-focused alter-ego Kaye Chazan (What Aelister Found Here and The Ashkenazi Candidate, both available at Candlemark & Gleam) Erica is responsible for the BDSM musical Dogboy & Justine, and serves as creative director and co-founder of Treble Entendre Productions.
She also has issues with authority.
Connect with Erica:
Facebook: Erica Kudisch
Instagram: hardhandmaiden
Tumblr: shitmywriterwifesays.tumblr.com
Twitter: @EricaKudisch
