Woman

Men. I’m not a big fan of men right now. Everyday in my office, on the street, on the subway, on the bus, men… are everywhere with their attitude and self righteousness. I can’t bear it. I stand on the corner waiting for the bus to come and some man comes and stands beside me with this look like he is so superior. Christ. If you couldn’t tell by now I am a woman. A gay woman. I wait on the corner with a straight man and if he knew I was gay, he would most likely try anything to get into my pants like the men I work with on a day to day basis. I’m an accountant who works for a larger company in the lower east side of Manhattan. My name is Dana. Dana Fairbanks. And I am angry with men.

Chapter One

The Dogs

After hours spent getting myself ready for work I finally got the chance to leave my loft. I got into the dingy elevator and pressed the disgusting red button that I’m sure someone has had sex against once or twice. I take the 30 second ride to the bottom and am ecstatic when I finally extract myself from the small space that no one with claustrophobia should ever be subjected to. I run out the door and into the air. It’s a little chilly but nice. It soothes my sore throat and makes my hair feel like it’s softer and lighter. I look around for a minute and make sure everything is normal. I often have a strange dream that I will wake up and be living somewhere else. I know, I’m strange.

"Are you going to acknowledge my beautiful existence or stare into space all day…" Came a deep yet soft voice from behind me. I turn around quickly to see a tall raven haired woman with black eyeliner and a clear gloss smothering her perfect lips.

"Sorry, I was just thinking" I say as I step forward and embrace the modern day Casanova. Shane McCutcheon has been the most independent and well known player for the past 11 years of our friendship. I have no idea how many designers, hair stylists, business women, head exec’s she has slept with and to this day I still don’t want to know. She has worked on movie sets, music video sets, everywhere where someone partially famous or is stunned by starlight as ever stepped foor. She stands beside me and I feel small then suddenly she scrounges around in her pocket and pulls out a pack of Marlboros.