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Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Thinking
Defend
Former
Please
Boys
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When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.
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What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.
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But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?
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There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.
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The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.
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I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
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Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
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You can’t blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?” Sam’s grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. “You can’t blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
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In every end, there is also a beginning.
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You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.
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Everything is randomly connected.
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On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes.
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Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.
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I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.
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Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels the need to speak, and I suppose that is one of the qualities I find comforting in Kartik. We can be alone together.
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I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
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We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.
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I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
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There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another.
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We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.
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