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He falters and swallows his pronouns, "And your, uh, uh, uh — " I glance at you
and say, "My honey?" "Yes! Your honey got the nylon brushes?" Later you say, "
Maybe he thought I was your husband, or your son. But maybe he read me as ...
Another femme, married to a man, in love with her first woman, murmurs that
everything is always better with a woman, so close, so alike, so sweet, honey
running together. I say: "Not always." I say: "Gall, bile, the pinched fearful kisses
of some ...
The son we are headed to see is about to host his first festive dinner with the
woman who is now his honey. They live in neighboring apartments in a complex
of red-brick buildings, like where I lived when I was first married to his father.
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Amazing. Loved every aspect of this book. She shows how her thoughts and process have developed and changed over the years with both conversaitons, debates, and encounters with the people she has met ... Read full review
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An amazing book of vignettes that explore the ideas and intersections of love, sexuality, gender, and identity. A beautiful love letter to her partner, Leslie Feinberg. Read full review