This is Cultural-War Melodrama. Introducing the fearless Dewey Lightfoot. His brain dagger slits and garrotes. Rapier wit. Clever honesty. No apologies. No qualms. Just mores. Just punx. Hitting hard. Pulling no punches. Few sacred cows. He will refund your money if you don’t laugh, cry, shudder so hard you flatline.
Sometimes I want to howl with woodland beasts at the moon swinging a Vermont axe – okey doke, often. But other times, I want to twirl in the forest in a frilly, Roebling Street sundress and let my gossamer skin be dappled by warm light.