Imagine an itch you cannot scratch. Imagine waking up every day tired, every day feeling as if a large person is sitting on your chest and that the feeling will follow you around all day. Might not the day come when you would just say "Enough is enough"? And so I wake each day trying to find that place called 'home'. That place between those horrendous extremes of what it means to be a man and what it means to be a woman. Try she/her/hers. Or better yet ... Just call me Wallis.
Tuesday, March 03, 1992
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