I understand why people balk at labels. But I think of them—tomboy, butch, genderqueer, MOC—as functional and hopeful. That function is communication.
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I thought I could escape my jail kid past in an idyllic southern city. But trouble found me, and not everyone I knew got out alive.
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I somehow thought my mother would die and still be alive, somewhere in that distant sound that resembles the sea in which she taught me to swim. But she is not there.
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