Guest blog by Michele Lee
My five year old daughter knows what zombies are. Ask her to be a zombie and she tilts her head to the side, rolls her eyes up and moans, walking at you with her mouth open. Her first introduction to zombies was either the hilarious Shaun of the Dead, or the classic episode of The Powerpuff Girls featuring Abracadaver, a zombie magician.
My first exposure to zombies was in my early teens, when my cousin lived with us for a summer and rented Night of the Living Dead 3. I remember it less as a zombie movie and more for the bloody hot lead who fights her zombie nature with a little self mutilation that serves only to make her look hotter. I still salivate today when I see a hot redhead in torn fishnets. There was a love story in the movie too, which I learned later wasn’t as common.
Zombies are hard to love once they go feral.
I am a bisexual transsexual with bigender tendencies. I'm a former resident of Texas, but now live in Milan with my husband. I write in a variety of genres and have self-published ebooks through my 
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