LDs, I want to be a princess.
I think it would be fun. The reason that I chose S isn’t for Princess (um, like, duh…).
But for my name. The moniker that Mumsy saddled me with at birth.
It’s of Greek origin (no smartass comments, please).
It means “the crowned one.” It’s the feminine form of Stephen.
Mumsy often called me Stevie when I was just a wee babe.
Of course, she almost named me Raven Montana. Really? Yeah.
Hey, if I was a boy, I’d have been Clinton Wayne for her two favorite heroes: Clint Eastwood and John Wayne.
I’m still a fucking princess, though.