KJ

“Three platonic fuck buddies and a hyperactive dog. What could possibly go wrong?”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Around

“You can’t stop the bad things from happening—to yourself, to your brother, to any of us. I know because I’ve lived the same as you, trying to keep my life small. Really all I did was build myself a cage. And then I trapped myself inside that cage and told myself the bars weren’t real.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Around

“Death by too much dick. And this is a death I mean to die over and over and over again.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Around

“Right,” he laughs. “Well…these are the guys, right? What are you calling them—your boyfriends? Your squad? Your pussy posse?” Jake snorts, his mouth open like he’s about to speak. “Don’t,” I snap. “The first of you to refer to our relationship as the ‘pussy posse’ will be the first voted off the island. Agreed?”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Around