My Cardboard Balcony

My Identity by Belinda Roddie My identity ain't hard to define: I may look like just a basic cowgirl, all gussied up in boots with stones of Rhine and a hat with a brim wide as the world. I wear my flannel and I drink my beer out in the saloon after a long day of work out on the ranch. The guys draw near, but I reject them 'cause I'm super gay. Yep, I'm one of them Wild, Wild Western dykes, and I'm damn proud of it. My pappy said that we'd go hunting for chicks on our bikes and toast to beautiful babes dressed in red. My interests ain't that hard to define: Just be sweet to me, and I'll make you mine.

The birth of the prince turned the entire kingdom upside down. Of course, this was before she made clear that she was a princess, not a prince, and the king doted on this little baby as if she were a beacon of light radiating from the heavens. As she grew older and became more feminine, it seemed that the king found her glow to be dimming. It was not easy living in that castle.