one lazy afternoon with my girls, OR why we all need a ‘safe space’
I show up, mid afternoon, with a bottle of strawberry margarita mix and a box of donuts. I don’t know all these girls. I don’t even know if they are all girls, aside from 1) the assumptions I’ve been conditioned with my whole life that says “This person ‘looks’ like a girl,” and 2) my …
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