{Welcome to a series inspired by two women I love; Sylvia Plath and Taylor Swift. One who wrote about the fear of making choices in life because you only get so many (see figs), and one who has mastered the art of reinvention so well that she has seemingly lived a thousand lives. This series is called Versions.}
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There is a version of me covered head to toe in tattoos. Maybe she even has one on her face. She’s very hardcore, after all.
She has all the piercings, too. You can see them glittering all over her face and ears. She jokes about the ones you can’t see and gives you a wink that makes you feel like she’s both crazy and that you want to know everything about her. Her head is shaved on one side so you can get an extra good look at some of the piercings. The rest of her hair is short.
And purple. It seems like a biker-ish color.
This purple-haired, pierced queen goes by the name Kitty. It’s supposed to be ironic. You know… ’cause what kind of badass calls themselves Kitty? An uber-badass.
Kitty only wears black leather. Apparently, this version of me doesn’t have sensory issues. How nice for Kitty. Maybe she’s just so hardcore that she tells her brain to get over it.
She’s totally in control, and totally out of control.
That’s her catchphrase. The one she tells men at the bar when she’s had too many beers. This version of me ignores her gluten allergy and draws attention to herself in a room full of bros. She’s living life on the edge in some ways that make me jealous and in some ways that make me thankful that I am not Kitty.
At the bar, she hustles people in pool. This is how she pays for gas, but not the beer. That’s what the bros are for. She flirts with a face that has the fiercest cat eyes you’ve ever seen, but she never stays.
When the morning sun rises on the bar, Kitty escapes through the mountains on her crotch rocket. She drives too fast, and she doesn’t wear a helmet. She breathes in the pine trees, she wonders where she can fit in another tattoo, and she flips off someone who cut in front of her. She shifts into a higher gear and turns on Led Zeppelin as she takes an unfamiliar road, screaming Immigrant Song across the pavement…
Ah-ah, ah!
Kat Fink 