I bet Cinderella didn't know that when she went home before midnight, I came out and rescued the prince. I love wearing dresses but not the kind a fairy godmother would wave her magic wand for, and the smell of a car air freshener is more tolerable than the taste of a pumpkin.

Few minutes after 12, I sauntered towards the prince who's sitting by the corner with a bottle of beer in his hand and took one from the half-full bucket. We danced, we drank, we laughed, we kissed and we made it to the prince's chamber. I told him I am not a princess but he can have my kingdom down there. He smiled sexily as he took off his crown and wore it to me. "My queen!" he called as he conquered the tallest tower. I sneered for there's no need to proclaim me as someone I already am.
–Myka M. Obinque, "I left the palace with my two heels still on"

Photo: Karel Chladek