Everybody in Key West saw her wings.
Key West, October 2017. Seven weeks after the hurricane, the island throws its biggest party anyway — and Dennis and Mandy fly down in a rented twin-engine with the baggage compartment full of beads. For ten days, Duval Street belongs to costumes, body paint, and people being exactly who they are, out loud.
Readers of Muddy Ginger and Shangri-La have heard about this trip — the wings Mandy kept, the beads that still hang over the bathroom mirror, the weekend their marriage quietly changed shape. Fantasy Fest is that trip, told in full for the first time: thousands of beads, one very public street, and the launch of a little website called shootyourwifenude.com — which, these days, points right back here.
It is a love story about what a place like Key West can show two people about who they already were.
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