My Favorite F***ing Movie: I Wanted To Be Bad

Before we get into this month’s writing, some housekeeping: I’m thrilled to have contributed to the brilliant Rachel Moss’s substack, Internet Bedroom, specifically her series, “What’s In Your Room?” As the name suggests, it’s all about sacred objects from our teen bedrooms, so go check that out next if you haven’t already. I also noticed a bunch of new subscribers have found me through Internet Bedroom, so welcome!

I’m also excited to announce that my podcast, Sexy Books Podcast, is back after a three-year hiatus! My friend Blythe and I talk romance novels and sex (100% NSFW, consider yourself warned) and it’s a ball for all. We discuss books from a bi/fluid perspective, and we read all kinds of romance: straight, gay, poly, ace, etc. You can listen on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, etc. etc…

Now, the essay. Everyone knows that September is Halloween Eve, and so today’s screed is horror-adjacent: I’m delving into the weirdo girls and hot goths that helped me through my teen years.

My Favorite F***ing Movie is a personal exploration of sex through film, released monthly.

In middle school, I made friends with a new girl who was, according to my mom, “a little surly.” She wasn’t as obsequiously polite as I was, and she didn’t automatically paste a smile on through every interaction with adults, the way I did. She had a tendency to question rules and instructions that didn’t always go over well with people who considered themselves figures of authority.

She wasn’t a rebel, per se, she just was who she was, but she wasn’t like any of the girls I’d grown up around.

To me, she was perfect…

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