What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
There’s a bit in Joe Abercrombie’s The Heroes (a book I’ve written about before ) that always stuck with me. About fifty pages in, we’re introduced to the character Stranger Come Knocking, a wild man among wild men, takes off his shirt and shows off the scars he’s accumulated in his many battles, boasting about taking over a tribe, murdering a witch, and taking on two men in “single” combat. When I was fourteen, I saw Dredd (2012) for the first time and had my lesbian awakening. The main antagonist is Lena Headey’s Ma-Ma, a psychotic gang leader who sports some gnarly facial scars, a permanent reminder of her days under her old pimp before she killed him in a…fairly gruesome manner. Setting aside how it cemented that I was definitely into girls, those scars show where she came from, and why she fights to protect what is now hers. not to be a lesbian but oh my fucking god. oh my god. jesus fucking christ. oh my god. fucking shit jesus fuck oh my fucking jesus fucking chris...