Back when I thought less of myself than I do now, I would always make this really bad joke.
I’d stick out my hand to strangers and go - “Hello, I’m Sam. I’m a man and I’m a liar.” By that point I was three years on hormones, sick of my own body, reticent to learn more about clothes or smells or the way my neck looked from the side. I was used to making a…
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