Unapologetic

As I teenaged, the urge to come out began sprouting inside me.

Societies confinements could not hold me any longer.

Pretense was now just sipping on the last drops of my vigor and vitality.

It was time! 

Time to let the Kween out.

So I had to look in the mirror at the one that knows me better,

I had to look her in the eyes and tell her ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

To assure her that I was ready for her manifestation and everything that tags along with that.

Ready to rub shoulders with homophobia, judgment, and persecution as if we were cousins.

Because ostensibly it’s standard practice here in the motherland.

How do we even call it the motherland?

It was time for that quid pro quo accord between my soul and my outer self.

So I had to be ready to dismantle balconies of all those who dared looked down on me!

Inclined to lose ‘friends,’ ‘relatives,’ ‘acquaintances,’ and all the imposters we continue surrounding ourselves with. 

I had to be prepared to wear pain like my own skin because thats all homophobia does.

To be called names and to be ridiculed.

I mean, it had to be that or living the undeniably exhausting double life. And I had undeniably exhausted my energy.

So I climbed out of the abyss... 

Out of what society had prescribed for me as if my life was societies, the audacity!

And ever since I started viewing life through my own lens, I have learned that open-mindedness is a prerequisite of a fulfilling life.

That life is too short to spend trying to squeeze yourself in some minute prescribed box , and It was never a lie.

What stumped me on the way was obtuse excuses like, “... I knew it, I knew you were gay.” OK ma’am so what changed now?

I lost a couple of people on the way. Rest in peace ✌️.

Dear Africans,

                                      Do you even know what it means to be queer?

Do you even care?

Oh, maybe that's too much to ask.

Do you know what Ubuntu means?

Ubuntu, yes Ubuntu... you love to talk about Ubuntu every May 25th.

In fact, you love to talk about Ubuntu all the time.

“umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu.”

A person is a person through other people.

Do you know what it means?

I take it the silence means yes.

So why do you hate so much?

Why are you full of hate and judgment?

Do you not know that hatred is a double edged sword?

How do you even create a society of people with Ubuntu?

How Africa, please tell me?

You want to talk about how homosexuality is ‘un-African’... where do you get that from?

When you say homosexuality is ‘un-African’, do you mean before or after Christianity?

Have you not read about Queen Nzinga of Ndongo?

Or about King Mangwa II of Buganda? 

Yes, the famous gay King who ruled Uganda in the 19th century.

Are you not informed of his manslaughter on Christians? 45 people executed...my god!

Was it not the exact time when King Edward VIII was killing gay men in England?

Or do you not know your history that much? Because, well, you are intentionally dense.

It's typical African to be ignorant, huh?

Well, so let me teach you your history.

Allow me to educate  you about the Igbo and Yoruba tribes of present-day Nigeria.

The tribes that did not assign gender to babies at birth until a later time in life.

Tell me again, is it not the same Nigeria that we have amongst the most homophobic countries in Africa today?

You want to reference culture too much...

What happened to your culture Igbo and Yoruba people?

What is ‘un-African’ is christianity the basis of your hypothesis.

Please can anyone ask the Dagaaba people of present-day Ghana, what happened to their culture of not co-relating anatomy and gender?

Tell me where the culture of assigning gender based on energy went to? Somebody, please give me some answers.

Where did that noble culture go?

Was it colonization that brought hate amongst Africans? Are you still that colonized Africa?

Tell me 1 African community that criminalized homosexuality before Christianity?

If you say being gay is abhorrent to our culture, do you even know your history?

So let me also enlighten you about Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum?

Gay ancient Egyptian royals who ruled in the 25th Century BC.

Buried together on top of each other as gay lovers, in a joint tomb, they say.

So, tell me again how homosexuality is strange to African culture?

How it is a western import and a taboo to African culture?

Africans are now amongst the most adamant to accept queerness, how?

At what point  did we become hateful people?

What exactly is ‘un-African’ about queerness?

And please also tell me, when you perpetrate ‘corrective rape’, what exactly will you be trying to correct?

If you just want to hate because you are horrible people, please do that!

But roping ‘culture’ in it would be disingenuous of you.

Don’t reference culture, because culture was never your basis.

There is nothing fundamentally African about being homophobic, biphobic, transphobic, or lesbophobic!

Read that again.

We have bigger issues to fight as Africans, and who anyone takes to their bed is definitely not one of them.

How about we fight food insecurity, externalization, corruption ...

Real pressing African issues that affect our daily lives!

Gay people have always lived amongst African communities.

What’s new?

READ YOUR HISTORY,  DECOLONIZE YOUR MIND,  AND UN-LEARN

Love is love 

Happy Africa Day

College Life As a Lesbian

By the time I got to college, I was just TIRED!

I was tired! I was tired of being judged.

I was tired of EVERYTHING!

I WAS TIRED!!

I am a smiler you know.

I love to smile,

I love to laugh.

In fact I laugh all the time,

Have you met me?

I have such a gregarious personality and an infectious laugh they say.

But College life...

College life really did change me.

I had to become this new person,

Resting bitch face was my resort.

I became that ‘emotionally unavailable’ person, not smiling, not angry, not laughing. NOTHING

You could never read me!

It was just a resting bitch face every day.

Being an intimidaton was one of the negative traits people identified me with in college.

Intimidator was a descriptor of such an ever-smiling, laughing, friendly person,

The irony!

Who even thought underneath all that was a bubbly Sagittarius?

It was homophobia that gave birth to the intimidator in me,

It’s like hate giving birth to hate, and then hate calls foul.

So now you can’t taste your own medicine?

Hate, prejudice, discrimination and all forms of bullying made me this person,

The INTERNET!! Goddamn, the Internet.

I missed the days when there was no internet (sometimes), haha

If only we were not judgemental and conservative,

The world would be a better place.

But maybe you lot want to be like dinosaurs!!

You Are Not Alone

 I have always thought that the most powerful words in the English language are

"You are not alone..." 

This is for every kid or any other person,

Who believe that they're alone,

I got you.

This is a representation of everyone who believe that its their fault, and they deserve the hurt they are getting. 

You are not alone. 

Somewhere out there, there is a boy. 

Trying by all means to keep it all in together, 

Trying not to spill the rainbow inside of him 

Scared to be killed or rejected by the ones he love. 

Somewhere out there, there is a girl 

Sitting in a bathroom tub

Screaming inside her head trying not to make a sound 

As she try to keep the razor blade steady,

Slowly cutting herself. 

Not far from here, 

There is trans person, trying to silence 

Every single voice screaming inside their head, for awhile. 

Causing anxiety, 

Anxiety, if they find out. 

What will become of their future. 

Blocking the laugh of the demons inside their heads every night 

Just so they could sleep for a second . 

There is a person 

Jumping from bed to bed, everyday. 

Greeted by a different face every morning they wake up. 

Not even able to remember the smell of their own home, they were kicked out of. 

Hoping that they would make a living, 

And be able to support themselves. 

To the person that can't feel anything, 

But the hurt their families has inflicted on them. 

That boy feeling nothing but emptiness, 

Always hiding the cuts on his wrists from everyone. 

To that woman, 

Being forced into marriage, and choosing to hide her sexuality,

Submitting to their husband, even if it hurts soo deep. 

Having to sacrifice their life so that they can have a 'life'. 

To that girl whose been crying themselves to bed, hiding from the world,

So that they can be safe. 

And to that man who wants to just cry, or feel anything. 

On every news channel you turn on, its a headline

Everyday they are killing us, 

Torturing us. 

But they speak about our sin as if human slaughtering is peace. 

This has caused you to feel insecure and not safe. 

This is for you. 

This is for everyone who's been banging, Screaming at the heaven's gate so that the Angels can open it them. 

Anyone who feels like they are drowning because they consistently try to hide that secret part of themselves from their loved ones. 

I see you 

I might not be much, 

But this is for you, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

Keep trying to be the perfect person, just be your full individual

This will not make, the hurtful human behavior towards you stop, 

But just know you have a whole army rallying behind you. 

Just be you and keep going. 

This is a reminder that every cloud has a silver lining. 

This is a reminder to every person feeling scared, Alone right now like the whole world is against them. 

You are never alone. 

And you are perfect!!

To those who have lost their lives, 

In the hands of our oppressors 

We respect you and you are not forgotten. 

May your souls forever rest in eternal peace.

All boys aren't blue...

Dolls, Barbie dolls. They were my thing. I used to make the cutest outfits for those little dolls. This was me among a group of four girls. Did I feel odd? Out of place? No! I felt right at home. Little did I know what it all meant.

I remember the look on my dad’s face one day when I saved up money to buy a doll. It was the one time he actually asked about what I did with the money he’d been giving me. Proud me went up to him all smiles and shit and told him I bought a  barbie doll and named her Lisa. I was only 11 years old, but I still remember that look on his face. I took it with me and kept it with me. Adding to this I never gravitated to playing soccer with the “normal” boys. Gohd it really wasn’t a thing for me at all. A few instances I was forced to partake in school, embarrassing attempts they turned out to be. Fast forward last few years of high school, nothing much had changed, I was still oblivious to my uniqueness, I do choose to call it that, I was different, and it stood out to anyone who had half a brain.

The realisation hit a around that time from not so innocent, flirty, interactions on the then newly arrived Facebook. I remember the rush of excitement and immense regret and guilt and terror all merged into one enormous denial monster. Depression settled in; migraines followed. Why was this happening to me? I literally PRAYED THE GAY AWAY; how naïve I was. Little did I know what the rest of my life had in store for me. I got a souvenir for my migraines, nerd glasses 🤓. But hey, they saved my life. It’s been a long road of acceptance since then and I have not looked back.

 

 

It really does get better as you grow older

 

Growing up, there were alot of mirrors that
I came across,
But my reflection wasn't showing in any of them
It was like i was invisible
I never existed, an unspoken character that remained a folktale in my head
No one to explain what was happening,
The changes and how to find myself.
But, if only i knew how it really gets better as i grow older.

Dear young me
Remember, when we would call the spirit of grandma
Begging her to come and take us?
That time when i almost made you jump from that tall tree just to make the emotional pain stop?
I didn't know that it really gets better when i grow up.

I found out that there are others just like us,
Their rainbow painted all over them its hard not to notice,
And they made it easier for me.
Now, we get to talk about it,
How we struggled with our feelings.
I can now see my reflection in the mirror,
Dear young me
If only i knew,
How easy it was gonna be here.

Now i walk infront of other mini versions of me
And they all stare
Their eyes wide open like they are seeing a god.
Gazing at me with admiration,
Filled with questions, like how do i do it?
If only they knew that it gets easy when you grow up.
But i know their fear
cause we have been there and we barely survived.
I left you with a  couple of scars,
I am sure you still hate me for it.
But Dear young me,
If only i knew how easy it was gonna get when i grow up,
I wouldn't have made you go through all that pain.

I now have this whole world to paint
If only i would turn back time,
Dear God somehow can you press rewind.
Maybe i could teach you what i know now, if only.
As i grew older i finally understood those wierd feelings we had,
I accepted them and it got better.
Now it seems as if there are alot of rainbows everywhere i go,
Guess we didn't know but time made me aware.

Dear young me
I finally met someone, who loves me for just me.
As i grew older, i finally got to learn what being queer is.
And now we lift each other, its different from back then
Cause now i am no longer alone.
Remember how 'thats so gay' comment we got offended by?
Its now a compliment here,
If only we knew.

Dear young me,
I can't take back what i made you go through
But i am now a light to other young people 
I will let them know that
It really does get better as you grow older.

HOMOPHOBIC STEROTYPES (Dear straight people)

 

Dear straight people 

Not all homosexuals are effeminate,

Who gave you this idea that gay people are supposed to be limp wristed,

Have a swish walk and talk with a lisp?

Stop assuming that all lesbians are masculine,

That they have short hair and wear man tailored suits. 

Dear straight people most gays and lesbians behave just like everybody else.

You can have a gay husband and wife 

And not even notice just because we are as “normal” as y’all .

Dear straight people don’t confuse sexuality and gender
They are two different things,
But combined in many different ways, don’t be ignorant.
A gay person chooses to be with the person of the same gender
It doesn’t mean they wish to change to be a male or female.
Dear straight people don’t just assume that every straight acting person is heterosexual,
And stop assuming that every feminine guy or masculine female is gay.

Dear straight people
Gay people are not mentally ill or somehow sick.
We cannot be cured because we are not sick.
Homosexuality is not a sin .
Stop assuming that every gay person is going to hell
Because If God was straight, he would be a fine ally.
I mean Why else would he create rainbows, if he is not with us?
So, stop assuming we are going to hell.
Stop making your children go through the trauma of being called demonic by your pastors and prophets.
Being gay is just like being heterosexual,
We don’t choose to be different,
I mean why would we choose to be victims of hate.

Dear straight people
Stop the “all_gays_have_HIV “stereotype
With the media attention focused almost obsessively on HIV,
The spotlight has turned on gays but not in a flattering way.
Men have always been identified as the largest group of people having HIV
Certainly it is true that gay men have a borne a large share of the burden of the HIV epidemic in Africa.
But dear straight people growth of HIV is currently fastest among straight people
And HIV is virtually unknown among lesbians.

Dear straight people
Every person is capable of being a child molester; this is not determined by your sexuality,
Gay people are not child molesters.
If a teacher is discovered to be gay,
There will surely be an outcry that he should be fired based on the belief that he will try and seduce all the boys in the school.
Dear straight people, let me clarify this to you
Gay people don’t want to get in bed with every other person they meet,
Especially not children.
Seems as if people who worry about this,
Never seem to worry about how heterosexual men are continuously raping our daughters.
This is how disgusting this world is, its thick here .
Dear straight people most adolescents experiment with their sexuality with peers their own age.
Therefore there is no reason to assume that gay people are child molesters.

Dear straight people
Stop suffocating us in all your false myths and we are not confused or experimenting we just as human as everyone else.

It’s Thick Here; “ White-Collar Struggles”

I didn't want to live my life without living my life,

So I was not closed about my sexual identity.

Yes, I was that “lesbian” on campus!!

That girl who wears men’s suits to class presentations.

I guess it’s a lot of things that were said about me,

They say I turn heads, whatever that means. 😏

I will assume it's my queerness 🤷🏾‍♀️

2018 was the worst and best year.

Passionate about politics and Activism,

I ran for the SRC elections.

Yes, I am queer, so yes I lost the election.

Let's just say the system was manipulated; someone had to take the Ls.

It’s thick here!!

For a minute I stopped believing in myself.

Dealing with depression and anxiety became my daily bread,

But because depression is regarded as “un-African,” I was unequipped to deal with it.

I had to turn my presence into absence!!

Fast forward to my internship; I dreaded going to work every day.

Because Zimbabweans are very judgemental.

Always out of my comfort zone to keep my personality “straight,”

I had to walk, speak and eat like a “girl.”

It’s just thick here

Africans are 🤦🏾‍♂️ consistently abusing CULTURE!!

The same culture that has caused wars and destroyed families

This country is deep-rooted in hate!!

I don't know...

Being queer is expensive,

Constantly paying for being who you are!!

Many professional doors are automatically shut if you are queer.

Once you out of the closet, peers turn into pythons 🐍!!

But BE YOURSELF, the world will adjust.

I am Kween, and that's who I’m gon’ be!!

Now that college is done, let me go and do precisely that.

HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCE

 

"Sissy," they called me,
"King of sodom" they chanted
These were the names that made my high school life a traumatic place

"It's just a phase, it will pass"
I always said to myself
And for a minute there, I thought it was true.
I was holding on to the false hope, that maybe one day i will be 'normal'
But in every other way,
Deep down i knew it was a lie.
Today you ask me
What self torture feels like.
I think, then tell you
That it was sort of like
Slowly clicking up a roller coaster hill,
Waiting and waiting to peak,
But never reaching the top

Noone was there to ask
It was just me and the queen i tried to pin down in my head.
Being sent to a boarding school was one of my worst nightmares
I felt abondoned, unwanted
"Who was i going to tell about
the things that wear me down, break me down and sometimes have me down?...
When it all bears down claws deep into my mental crown like i am wearing a thorn crown but i aint Jesus",
No one .
I had no option but to conform to their ideal of normalness.

Its thick here,
If only i was able to tell someone maybe it would have made sense
Once again and scream about
How I wish I could change my body.

Do you really want to know how thick it was?
Sissy! They chanted
Disgusting, you would hear them whisper in the hostel everytime i passed.
Imagine having to wait for everyone to finish bathing, so that you can wash yourself.
They pushed me so hard i had to hide who i was
I felt like a disinterested corpse
Skillfully stowed in the shell of my body.

But then, my own parents sent me away because they thought maybe being around other boys would make me 'normal'.
It made me feel like something was wrong with me,
Who would ever love me, and who could stay?
Rhetoric questions that are still tattoed at the back of my mind.

Nobody was there to ask
How it felt like waking up to the same facade that had been clowned, drowned in my own art of deception
The misconceptions of my time,
That made me frown upon those who were also victims of the same hate, just for me to fit in.
Projection, was the only escape i had mastered.

My skies were dark and my days were grey,
i had a small rainbow light in me
but it was dim
'cause ITS THICK HERE.

It’s Thick Here; “ finding out about my sexuality”

Depressed? Stressed to the point that I can't rest? 

 it's just thick here 

Sitting all alone yet feeling kinda pressed. 

Squeezing on my brain, 

Speeding the beating in my chest

Softly it beckons me, that cavernous emptiness. 

Finding out my heart beats the very second I see a tall, dark man has made me hate myself

I have friends, a good family, but yet still, I feel like I chose to be a prisoner of my sexuality 

Some part of me has been ripped from me

I feel different; society has made me feel like I am a weak version of a man, 

My mind is not occupied hence why these thoughts invaded my head, I say to myself, 

But yet  its soo real every day is a scare

I can't talk to anyone about it cause I might be a victim of their hate 

But it eats me soo good, tempting me soo terrible I cannot resist. 

Guilty eats me up, rips my guts inside and out every time I find myself lost in my queer thoughts 

I want to feel anything to escape from this feeling 

But, still, I run to emptiness and find myself feasting on my queer Desires

Is this how loneliness feels? , 

I can't explain it cause I have everything a person could ask for

But yet I am still here. 

I drove everyone away, It happened before, but now I know why. 

Every night and day, my head has become a battlefield for my demons 

Feelings of which I can't make sense, 

It holds me hostage, makes my body tense. 

It's really thick here 

I Can't breathe, won't breathe, or perhaps I've forgotten

I try and wrestle free, the part of me that's become rotten. 

Like a cancer revolting against its host

turning me away from what I like most

Scared to expose myself 

I've driven away from

Friends, hobbies, food, you could say they don't exist.

In this state of mind, they surely won't be missed. 

Craving nothing at all but nothingness, 

For in this vacuum, there isn't a thing but these feelings I try to running away from

Irony being, not of wanting to be alone deep in thought

Leaving me, more than anything, feeling quite distraught. 

Feelings that can't be explained

Yet they drown me. 

Feelings that can't explain themselves to me, yet they feel soo good, it hurts.

Am I depressed, stressed? 

it's just Thick here

A question that keeps dancing to the tune of the screams in my head. 

Ever since I've known who I am its all smiles

 but yet deep down its a dark, scary castle for me 

I've managed to keep hold of myself, but I am just a walking disaster waiting to erupt.

It’s Thick Here; “Why Do We Have To Come Out?” Part 1

 

Why do we have to come out?🤦🏾‍♂️ If only all the heterosexual people had to go through the process of coming out, maybe they would normalize accepting individual differences without having to suffocate us in their expectations. 🤷🏾‍♂️

My queerness is so unacceptable that it must be kept out of conscious awareness and cannot be integrated into the public persona. My mother makes sure to remind me every single day how much of a bad sheep I am.😢

This was all after I clawed my way out of the bottomless pit,’ the famous closet.’

Consequently, I had to keep my shit in my purse all the time,

fear of being a disappointment to my family, being called names demonic or disgusting 😭

My feelings I would dissociate from the self and keep them hidden from others. This was so draining at times; I would forget who I am. I felt like I was driving in the wrong direction, but I couldn’t stop, fear of being a curse in my own home

Till the day I couldn’t take it anymore

Keep your shit in check, a deep voice whispered to the queen in me,

The very moment I tried to free myself from this bottomless pit I was calling my safe space,

Keep your shit in check they screamed again to the distorted reflection in my small broken bathroom mirror

She felt soo vicious, and nothing could control her from ripping off the chains which were straining her in the bottomless pit and claiming her freedom

As soon as she took control and exposed herself to my mother, only did I realize I had come out,

to my own mother, the last person I never thought would be the first to witness the queen in me take charge of her own crown

I stood there in front of mother, frozen like the statue of liberty 🗽 for a minute. I thought my soul had left my body. It’s Thick Here

Coming out felt like I had confessed a sin, the fear of being burnt in my own hell

Coming out felt like my skin had been carved off my bones in front of the whole world to see,

Never have I ever felt naked like that,

The screaming voices had now bombarded my head again

So loud I couldn’t even hear my mother’s disappointed, angry voice.

There was deafening silence, I could feel her heart break into a million pieces

My eyes leaked uncontrollable acid that was burning the sides of my face as they flowed down to my mouth as if to quench the sudden dryness in my throat

involuntarily my muscles moved my feet, and it was like the demons they talked about had finally taken control over my body,

Into the hall of shame they carried my living corpse, the distance between my room and the kitchen where I spilled out my disgusting guts seemed to belong as river Nile

It’s Thick Here

But the strong queen in me managed to drag my body to that one place I always felt safe in

My only transgression was being born different. If only wishes were horses, I would ride mine back in time and would have convinced the queen in me to be a little bit patient, just maybe…

It’s Thick Here; “All Girls Aren’t Pink” Part 2

“ITS A GIIRRLL 🙄!!” 

Paint the nursery pink, buy only pink clothes. On her first birthday, get her a pink Barbie and dress her in the prettiest pink puffy dress you can afford, like the princess she is. A princess that is raised to be a queen. Taught patriarchal lessons and values embedded in her that will shape her into the “ideal” Queen 👸🏾 she is destined to be. A queen who is “perfect” for a king. 

The cycle continues until the girl is born. She’s a KWEEN🏳️‍🌈; pink isn’t her color; color is nothing but shades; after all, RuPaul said, “we’re all born naked, and the rest is drag.” She doesn’t care about dolls; she wants cars!! She doesn’t need a king when she can build her own kweendom; she’s a kween in her own right. 

She reigns through the darkest days, ridiculed for refusing to conform to standards set for a princess, social media keyboard warriors trolling her day and night to bring her down to her knees, and persecute her for “sinful” affections. Suffocated by depression and anxiety for gazing and being lost in another kween’s eyes. It's a cold ❄️ world full of people with cold hearts 😭

 It’s Thick Here!!

It will take time, but soon as all she sees is black in a land of pink, that little girl raised a “princess” grown to be a kween will let it be known that... NOT ALL GIRLS ARE PINK; some have absorbed their darkness which has turned them into the force no one can mess with, into a kween that only loses focus for her Queen...

It’s Thick Here; “All Girls Aren’t Pink” Part 1

 Any place would provide a better life for me as a queer person other than Africa. Zimbabweans are just so judgmental and institutionalized in their ways, beliefs, and traditions. It's pretty sickening 😢. It makes me want to say, "dawg, I hate this place!!"🤦🏾‍♀️ For me, it's not only about being queer, it's about being a queer 1st born African GIRL child. Now is the part where you put on your seatbelt as I take you on this short rant drive. Growing up, I used to love the winter season so much. Winter was when I got to wear the perfectly fitting winter uniform, which consisted of a shirt, trousers, and a tie ❤️ awww ☺️ my favorite. It was my favorite because it afforded me the comfort l needed in clothes that I did not get in skirts and dresses, 👗 "not that I hated them at the time.”

 

"Steven, Peter, Spencer" were some of the names the boys in my neighborhood used to call me during winter. It never used to bother me because wearing boy's clothes had nothing to do with me wanting to be a man or identify as one but everything to do with comfort. The other major factor why their sentiments did not affect me was because I AM A SAG baby, and "SAG'S don't care what people say!!" At the time, I had not been exposed to feminism, so I was also not bothered to research why these men were narrow-minded. Cis-gender Zimbabwean men are a bunch of ignorant, hateful people. IT'S THICK HERE, And for most of them, their argument is, "... with the way dick is good" 🙄oh, please oan🤦🏾‍♀️, "how do you know dick is good? have you had dick before?" Immediately the conversation becomes toxic as they instantly become slaves of their own internalized homophobia. It's now, "HOW DARE YOU?", excuse me ☝️ , sir, "How dare I what?" I need to know and understand how men are just so entitled. Y'all weird, bro!! FACTS

someone let me know, please!! 

We can not all wear pink dresses, red bottoms, and some designer clutch to work or school. IT IS NOT OUR STYLE; we are uncomfortable in those clothes, but I do not want to be a man, and I have never wanted to be 1...

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