“That satisfying sensation of my fist connecting with some demon asshole’s face.”
“But what if another portal never opens up? What if no one needs a superhero anymore? What if that’s the only thing I’m good at, the thing I’ve trained my whole life to be—all twenty-seven years of it—and suddenly I’m just . . . useless?”
“My gaze was kind of an asshole.”
“A wisp of feeling sparked in my chest, something bright and sure and just a little bit manic.”
“The Clark Kentiest version of myself.”
“Hell, don’t just fix it. Kick its ass.”
“Aveda Jupiter could multitask like a motherfucker.”
“Well, you know what? Aveda Jupiter was no fucking gnat.”
“I’d been cropped out again, and the photo was better for it.”
“When Annie Chang comes out, she doesn’t half-ass it. That’s one thing she has in common with Aveda.”
“I dumped my dildos by the door and climbed into the window display, approaching the dress trepidatiously.”
“Oh, Annie Chang,” I said to my reflection. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Clark Kent is what allows him to be the best Superman possible!”
“Like one big nerve ending who wants to be naked with you constantly.”
“As you may have noticed, I’m not great about letting things go.”
“But what I think of you shouldn’t matter as much as what you think of you.”
“And I don’t have to have every single thing figured out right now. I can still be happy.”