Chapter Thirty-Two
My teachers are kind enough to extend the deadline for my final thesis.
When it came to choose my thesis for my Gender in Classical Greek Literature class, there were too many topics to explore. Beauty and exploitation. Shame and oppression. Sexuality and the tangled web of female agency. I had decided on motherhood, the examination and expectation of the role as caregiver. It was an homage to my mother, a person who I love without ever having known, more myth than fact—like the literature I was to examine.
When I return to my laptop a few days later I know I need to start over. There’s something else I need to examine, a subject I know intimately but that remains a mystery—virginity. The auction changed the course of my life. It ruined me. It saved me.
How could suc
