Beauty, my first girlfriend said to me, is that inner quality often associated with great amounts of leisure time.

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone

I was never a classic beauty.

But that is the beauty of this group.

Teenagers are free verse walking around on two legs.

She blushed. I love it when women blush, especially those big butch girls who know you want them. And I wanted her. I did. I wanted her. But she was a difficult woman, wouldn’t let me give her a backrub, read her palm, or sew up the tear in her jeans—all those ritual techniques Southern femmes have employed in the seduction of innocent butch girls.