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“90’s goth, I like it. Too many of these people are borderline emo looking,” she complimented, sitting next to me at the bar. “Ah yeah, thanks. I just prefer the look I grew up with.” I looked at my pair of Tripps and Anarchy boots. “Same, look.” She stood up, presented herself; black miniskirt, Mary Jane boots, flannel shirt and push-up bra. “You like?” “I do, you kinda look like Jane Lane.” I laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Hey…” She turned to the bartender. “Lemme get a four horseman.” “And she drinks,” I yelled. “One for my friend here, too. I’m not your average goth girl.” “I see that. Might be the drinks, but I need that.” “Unlike Batman; I’m the goth the guys want, but not what they need. This is me …

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This is fucking insane.  I ran my sweaty hands over the steering wheel.  Cold air blasted from the little vents in the dashboard, drying out my eyes.  Refusing to rub them, to blink, to miss her, I felt around the controls until my fingers found the knob to turn down the AC. The sun was a murky beacon being snuffed out by grey clouds.  Wind whipped and shuddered the stocky palm trees framing the front of the courthouse.  A perfect day to embarrass myself, a perfect day for rejection. God help me. “She’s fearless on the stand,” my mentor Kumar said over drinks a week ago.  “No problem with eye contact, posture, dress, stammering, emotion, or language.  Just states the facts with enough poise that even the rednecks forget she wasn’t born female.  They hang …

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“Almost—there—” I whispered. I could feel myself trembling with anticipation. “Don’t stop—a little more.” Then my grip faltered, and I fell. The rope secured around my waist pulled taught as I swung harmlessly from the cliff wall. I leaned back, waiting for my heavy breathing to subside. “You alright?” called Charlie from above. “Almost got it,” I called back. I had time to examine where I had failed in the climb as he pulled me up. My arms were so sore as tensed my hands into fists painfully. “Not bad for your first attempt,” Charlie said, lifting me up over the cliff edge. “Thanks,” I said, then pecked him on the cheek. “Woah—your right, this place is Charlietiful.” Behind Charlie lay a secluded plateau on the cliffside. Glimmering in the afternoon sun sat a still …

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It always seemed that right after New Year’s Day, the Chrome Anvil gym enjoyed an influx of new members comprised of people trying to get in shape for the beach season that was on the horizon. Of all that signed up, only a few stuck to the workout programs and enjoyed success. Amateur bodybuilder and longtime member Lee Kaiser noticed her right after the new year arrived. Despite having been surrounded by stunning females since he was sixteen and when somewhere performing a posing demonstration, he was having a difficult time not staring at her, for she was absolutely knockout. Her long dark hair fell past her slender shoulders and framed a very pretty face. She wore a crop top that showed a hard and flat abdomen and was tight across her pert breasts. She, …

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I sighed, sitting in my chair with my knees against my chest, twirling a stray hair. Bored out of my mind. Working as a massage therapist definitely had its perks—unless you got stuck doing the monthly clerical work because you’re the new girl. I glanced around the empty reception room. “Looks like it’s just me tonight,” I whispered. From a far window I could see the sun starting to set against a backdrop of dark reds and muted yellow. The adjacent buildings shimmered, their own lights going out as people left for the night. I spun in my chair, looking out of the glass. I wiggled the mouse on my monitor so that it didn’t go dark. I looked at the stack of papers that had taken a few hours to complete, and then at …

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“…And anyway, whatever your feelings about me, I have a boyfriend. Well kind of, I guess. But what I’m saying is, it won’t matter because I’m not really single anyways.” Rachel was telling me this while sitting across from me at the dining room table with the lease agreement and a pen in her hands. She was in the middle of signing when she told me that we should agree to a no-sex pledge and followed up that statement by adding that she was trans. I would have never guessed she was trans. Rachel was a beautiful woman; a cute woman around my age and I admit that I was a little flustered when she first walked into the apartment to discuss my Roommate Wanted ad I’d posted online. Nonetheless, the reveal threw me off …

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back Sales of my novel, The Greatest Liar, Trans Erotica With A Purpose (TGL), had been tepid, despite the generally positive reader comments on the publishing website of an e-commerce firm named for a large South American River.  The meager royalties didn’t bother me: I have more assets than I ever dreamed of owning, and my professional career is thriving.   But it troubled me that the public didn’t discover TGL’s themes of transsexuals’ troubles in transition, their fraught relationships with friends and family, the relentless threats and assaults of transphobes on their safety and security, the indignity of social and institutional discrimination, and the fragility of their lives even after they transcend these obstacles. From my privileged Swiss home, I observed with increasing anxiety how every step that trans-rights took …

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