Losing control of my body due to dysphoria and what society has taught me is the greatest loss I’ve ever experienced. A silent loss, a discreet theft. Now I sit in front of it, trying to seduce it, listen to it, feel it, look at it, touch it, move it, live it. I discover that this mutating body houses all my versions.
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