December 10, 2011
I have come a long way. I’m still learning my name. Imagine, not knowing your name, at whatever age you might be now. I might have had a real name, once, but I can’t recall it. This is what happens, when you come a long way. I’ve been called many things, since I made my [...]
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December 4, 2011
Shelly screams at 7:36 a.m. (a good butch scream, she will say, later) When I arrive at the scene of the Something— blotched with blue acne cream, hair on fire without smoke— Shelly is stark naked, wet, clutching a bleach-stained towel to her white skin. The shower is running. A wet-slick, scrawny mouse with too-big [...]
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