Long ago, wide-eyed and bushy tailed, I planned a ‘zine with a friend of my boyfriend. That never happened. Then I planned my own, my eyes not so bright, the tail getting ragged, but the idea was good, I was sure of it. It was called SheDevil.
A friend called me a she devil years ago. A pretty good friend in fact, and he didn’t mean it as a compliment, but I latched onto it. I think I was more of all those things that make up the perfect SheDevil back then. Now that I’m heading down south, where I’m warned they won’t like me because I will always be a Northerner, no matter how long I stay, it’s time to reclaim her! Break out, you glorious SheDevil, break out today!