TRANS-lucent

TRANS-lucent

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Dec 1, 2019
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"So you telling me you like men now? Is that what you telling me?" The words that fell out of my mothers mouth wasn't even a shock. I knew she was going to be even more shocked by my choice of words. "Mom... I don't know what to say to you. I am black trans woman and that's all there is to it. But that doesn't mean I have to be translucent to you or the world before me." All I could hear was her take a deep breath before saying. "Fuck that thats on you, you live your life." That was the end of the conversation I would have with my mother. All I could do was wonder would I ever hear from her again.
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