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Leslie Feinberg

  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    “You’re really brave,” she told me.

    I felt ashamed; it wasn’t true. “I’m not, really,” I told her honestly. “I’m scared all the time, Edna.”

    Her face softened. “What a brave thing to say to me.”
  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    But if you don’t let your fears stop you, that’s bravery.”
  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    “Well, I think it’s stupid.” He sounded like a kid. That’s when I knew I had really hurt him.
  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    can do to prove her love more than to risk looking foolish.
  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    can do to prove her love more than to risk looking foolish.
  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    I emerged from behind the bar. It was the look on Theresa’s face that gave me the courage to raise my voice: You saw me standing alone. My voice cracked and pitched with embarrassment and emotion.

    Theresa chewed her lower lip and cried.

    Do-wah-do, my friends backed me up. Peaches stood behind me, waving the painted blue moon back and forth in a wide arc over my head.

    But then you suddenly appeared before me, I extended my hand toward Theresa. And when I looked the moon had turned to gold! Peaches flipped the moon to the gold side. Everyone cheered. Peaches curtsied and continued swaying with the moon.

    Theresa reached for me. I finished the song dancing in her arms.

    I realized it was true, I wasn’t alone. I had love of my own.
  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    “If you’re afraid to lose what you love, you’ll never be able to let go and feel it.
  • b8820779243цитирует2 года назад
    ered Rocco sitting next to me. She reached forward and stroked my cheek. I touched my own face. Ifelt
  • Dani CyCцитирует6 дней назад
    I was real proud that in all those years I never hit another butch woman. See, I loved them too, and I understood their pain and their shame because I was so much like them. I loved the lines etched in their faces and hands and the curves of their work-weary shoul
  • Dani CyCцитирует6 дней назад
    In their own way, they loved me too. They protected me because they knew I wasn’t a “Saturday-night butch.” The weekend butches were scared of me because I was a stone he-she. If only they had known how powerless I really felt inside! But the older butches, they knew the whole road that lay ahead of me and they wished I didn’t have to go down it because it hurt so much.
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