Cathy

“My career writing ad copy to exploit women's physical insecurities has rendered me expert in the minutiae of female beauty. In this sense, I am like a judge of pedigree dogs or horses. When I say that this woman is flawless, I do not mean it lightly. She possesses no attribute that I would, in good faith, suggest augmenting or reducing, highlighting or minimizing, smoothing or shaping or lengthening or rejuvenating or otherwise subjecting to any of the verbs I employed daily to describe the infinite ways in which a woman might fail to achieve her corporeal potential. I would not know how to sell her a thing.”
― Kate Folk, Out There

“Reese struggled to individuate her descriptions of the three fucking-machines videos. She was running out of ways to describe a vagina as hungry. 'Her pussy is ravenous. Her pussy had a light lunch and now it's dinner time. Her pussy slavers for nourishment. Her pussy is about to faint from low blood sugar. Her pussy carries almonds in its purse to tide it over until the next meal.”
― Kate Folk, Out There

“My ideal relationship would be with a heart man who possesses a powerful, methodical brain, preferably an expert in some stem discipline. My dream is that we will marry and he will allow me to take his brain from him, year after year, a tiny bit at a time, through shock treatments and partial lobotomies, until he can't function on his own and I have to care for the drooling husk of his body until it expires. It is only for this that I'd surrender pieces of my literal heart.”
― Kate Folk, Out There

“We've stayed put through worse storms,' Elise's mom said.

'It's not a tornado, Mom. It's a curtain of absence that negates everything it touches.'

'Might as well be negated in our own house, then.”
― Kate Folk, Out There