"The truth, the untouched truth, is kinked up, wouldn’t fit on a blurb. The truth is, the..."

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The truth, the untouched truth, is kinked up, wouldn’t fit on a blurb. The truth is, the mirror is a roulette wheel to me. My gender is a radio station that I pick up on clear nights if I hold my antenna the right way. I’m out to everyone, yeah — but some people only know as much as they can stand to know.

I’m confused a lot of the time. And I try to make confusion a virtue, because if you’re not confused, there’s something wrong with you.

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