“Are you okay to be touched right now?” Lore asks. The inside of me feels like a knot most of the time. So when it loosens, like it does now, that’s the strange thing, like I’m coming apart. And in that unknotting, something else comes together. Lore listened, not just to what I told them but what I didn’t. I asked if hugs were okay with them because I wished people had asked me. Lore isn’t touching me unless I say okay.
