I Found the Queer Role-Model I Always Needed in My Long-Lost Cousin
I wish I’d known Molly years ago. I wish I had known her when I was twelve years old, wondering who in my life would still love me if they knew my secret.
my partner, Jenny, and I . . .
Everyone, if you can hear me, clap once. If you can hear me, clap twice. Everyone, stop talking, now! This is serious.
What if someone shoots us all right now?
Does she like me back?
The Well of Loneliness,
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Blood on the Dance Floor This is so squishy.
NO, NO, NO!
Some names have been changed to protect the identities of those in this story.
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