I’m something of a sensitive singer-songwriter. I’m a “voice of a generation” kind of person. I started singing on a tour of the House of Representatives last summer, and I’m not going to say that my voice caused John Boehner and Nancy Pelosi to set aside their partisan differences and make sweet, passionate love on Harry Reid’s desk, but I’m also not going to say that it didn’t happen, either. Here I let out my truest emotions and declare the one thing that I really, truly want — a Canadian. To fuck. – Megan Lent
Megan Lent is a wonderfully unsuccessful blogger who likes to whine about literature at http://apostrophetothestars.blogspot.com/, and occasionally contributes to the steamy world of small-press fiction at Metazen and Housefire. She was the 62nd best speller in California in eighth grade, and used to run a brothel out of her parents’ house in Chicago. She lives in LA.