We awoke to rain and the sound of motorcycles racing. At first, I mistook the latter for the wind, not yet quite coherent and thinking myself still home in Providence. There's a race course just over the ridge from my mom's house, and I think those damn fools race every damn day. Even on Sunday. Which it is. Last night, I talked about going to
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Yet somehow I find your experience even more horrifying. A woman should not have to go through that, no matter what body she was born in.
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That is beautiful.
Do what you need to do to stay safe. I just hope that doesn't involve having to climb underneath more toilet-stall doors, because aaaaagh.
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