A Safe Girl To Love
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Eleven unique short stories that stretch from a rural Canadian Mennonite town to a hipster gay bar in Brooklyn, featuring young trans women stumbling through loss, sex, harassment, and love.
These stories, shiny with whiskey and prairie sunsets, rattling subways and neglected cats, show growing up as a trans girl can be charming, funny, frustrating, or sad, but never will it be predictable.
Go back into the store and check out some skirts. Don’t look up. Concentrate intensely. Hope fellow patrons think you are a store employee examining merchandise. Attain a deep seriousness. Discover you have terrible gas. Regret that burger even more than you already have. 13) Find something you think is nice. A brown, soft cotton knee-length thing that will drape in a flowing, subtle manner on your body, maybe, swishing around over a pair of tights, perfect on a cool fall day. Or something
feet. He was deceptively large; he looked average-sized enough as he walked but when he sat on his haunches his weight spilled from his sides like pudding. He leapt on the armchair and squished in beside her and the armrest. He filled in the space like caulk. She stroked his head. “So I was a bitch this morning,” she murmured. “Slightly,” he yawned. “I suppose I deserved it. I did pee on the floor.” “Yeah,” she said flatly. “That was kind of gross. Were you drunk?” He cleaned the back of his
said. Sorry. He got out mugs and did both of our coffees, four sugar cubes in his and a bunch of cream in mine. He leaned against the counter and looked out the window. His front half always hunched over as he did this. He looked like he was curling himself. My left arm twinged, which it’s been doing a lot lately. Kids aren’t playing outside yet, Liam said. It’s still kinda cold. Young’uns these days, he said. He fingered the ripped mosquito netting in the window. I need to replace these, he
years on her, in my head she was always a little older than me. In both kinds of age. Well hey, I said softly. I got, like. Carried away. I dunno if what I said was quite right— Ladies! Liam yelled, appearing out of nowhere. He kissed me and said, I was just walking by, nice timing. What’s up? Hey Zeke, what’re you reading? Oh God DFW I hate that fuck! When Liam decides to get over his crap he gets over it. And the two of them ended up getting along fast. He right-up apologized for being a
I’m living, my baby you’ll be. Zoe still had nightmares, though not quite as often. But she had one this morning where she was on the ground in a basketball court and a man was running at her from a long way to get at her and hurt her, he had two hands with long knives, three, four-foot long knives, and there was a car she could get to but her legs couldn’t move and she couldn’t— ZOE! Zoe’s feet kicked the wall as she was shocked awake. Yeah? she called out. Hey! yelled Sandy from the living