On Texas

By MOLLY WHITEHOUSE

This March I found myself in Texas ... I wasn’t sure how I was going to fair in this dip spitting man’s world. I’m more pro-choice than pro-meth and knew the acronym LGBT long before the NRA was anything recognizable. Oh well, what’s the worst that could happen? I get shot for trespassing by a whiskey-logged farmer? At least it would be an entertaining obituary. So off I went into the wild red yonder.