I did get a subscription to Metal magazine, but I wasn’t a true metalhead. I maybe went to a Bon Jovi concert. I had a Cinderella album, “Long Cold Winter.” It was a weird time to come of age because you have a burgeoning sense of your own sexuality, and your objects of desire are long-haired, permed, lipstick-wearing, Spandexed boys. I had a huge crush on all of those dudes with those pulsing pants and high kicks and beautiful glowing pink mouths.
Sheila Callaghan, Playwright,
whose latest effort, “That Pretty Pretty; or, the Rape Play” is reviewed here.
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