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Rocky And The Girl Who Looked Like Huckleberry Finn: What I Think Of When I Think Of Madness

Rocky And The Girl Who Looked Like Huckleberry Finn: What I Think Of When I Think Of Madness

This essay was originally written and performed for Write Club Atlanta, a monthly competitive writing event.

When I think of madness, I think of a girl I once dated who looked like Huckleberry Finn. Right off the bat, let me clarify that I wasn’t thinking, “She looks like she’d subvert the racial intolerance of a bygone era with the power of friendship. I gotta’ put my dick in that!” By which I mean, put my dick in the power of friendship, not in racial intolerance. Nobody wants to fuck a racist. And it wasn’t some kind of Mark Twain sex thing. Though I did want to put my Connecticut Yankee in her King Arthur’s court. She just had this kind of freckly androgynous thing going on.