Well, Hello Caitlyn Jenner, Meow

By way of instant update, Bruce Jenner went with Caitlyn. Classy, mysterious, modern. Caitlyn is a girl that goes to Fashion School by day and solves apartment complex small crimes by night. She likes men, but loves her independence. She knows the IQ test is rigged, how else to explain how she’s almost entirely independent from her parents, or will be in just seven more years. Some days she has gangster rap rolling on her Spotify, some days it’s melancholy singer songwriters. She’s complex like a fine wine or a beat down street walker. Caitlyn doesn’t board a plane, she hops a flight, always to adventure though cautious enough to pay for that very poorly explained traveler’s insurance. Caitlyn desires sex, but knows her sacred place isn’t a bus stop for unhappy immigrants. She eschews common sense for passion of the heart. That’s how she got HSV. She wouldn’t do any of it different if she could do it all over again. Welcome, Caitlyn, to the world of wearing body suits without having to tuck in your balls. Today, the oyster is yours.