“You deserve a job that treats you right, Nicole” her Mama would always tell her as they pulled the day’s washing from the line.
“Coco, MOM! Coco! I’ll never be a famous butt lady with a name like Nicole!” Her little face tensed with frustration.
Mama shook her head. “Child, those dreams of yours…” She knelt down to Coco’s level. “Famous butt ladies just don’t exist. No matter how hard you want them to. It’s impossible.”
But Coco heard the word “impossible” her whole life. Her dream of growing peanuts in walnut shells. Her idea to mate a bird with a mime. Her longing for water-proof fire and fire-proof water. Even at age 10 she knew better than to listen to adults, for their minds are filled with hardness. No room to bend. No room to explore.
21 years later, she knew her mother was just worried for her. But she had made it. She was finally a famous butt lady.
“Mama would be proud,” she whispered to herself as the photographer yelled at her to suck her finger seductively for all of the men who would eventually ejaculate all over her image. “Mama would be so proud.”