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Dust to Dark: The Colors of My Craziness
“It’s on my twenty-fourth birthday that I realize something is wrong. I wake up crying and I don’t stop.”
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You Are Not Alone: On Being A Queer Survivor
“I called it sexual assault at first. Sexual assault seemed less damning, less permanent.”
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Going Mad in New York City
“I feel like yelling at people,” she told me. I didn’t really grasp then that she meant that. This was the very first time. This was the day after Easter.