Once upon a time I was one of those girls who “wasn’t like other girls.” I prided myself on the fact I was as far away from the scheming and bitching of girl gangs as could be. I automatically distrusted women, removed myself from their environment, and was delighted that every single one of my pals had something swinging between their legs (hint: that’s a penis.)
Suddenly, we’re in June. Oh so suddenly. So suddenly, in fact, that we’re well into the swing of festival season and I hadn’t even really had the chance to appreciate it.