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Leslie Feinberg

  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    I was real proud that in all those years I never hit another butch woman. See, I loved them too, and I understood their pain and their shame because I was so much like them. I loved the lines etched in their faces and hands and the curves of their work-weary shoul
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    In their own way, they loved me too. They protected me because they knew I wasn’t a “Saturday-night butch.” The weekend butches were scared of me because I was a stone he-she. If only they had known how powerless I really felt inside! But the older butches, they knew the whole road that lay ahead of me and they wished I didn’t have to go down it because it hurt so much.
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    The next time the cell door opens it will be me they drag out and chain spread-eagle to the bars.

    Did I survive? I guess I did. But only because I knew I might get home to you.
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    I DIDN’T WANT TO BE different. I longed to be everything grownups wanted, so they would love me. I followed all their rules, tried my best to please. But there was something about me that made them knit their eyebrows and frown. No one ever offered a name for what was wrong with me. That’s what made me afraid it was really bad.
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    The world judged me harshly and so I moved, or was pushed, toward solitude.
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the white cotton clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    My father pulled our car to a stop in front of our house. “You go straight to your room, young lady. And stay there.” I was bad. I was going to be punished. My head ached with fear. I wished I could find a way to be good. Shame suffocated me.
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    I didn’t look like any of the girls or women I’d seen in the Sears catalog. The catalog arrived as the seasons changed. I’d be the first in the house to go through it, page by page. All the girls and women looked pretty much the same, so did all the boys and men. I couldn’t find myself among the girls. I had never seen any adult woman who looked like I thought I would when I grew up. There were no women on television like the small woman reflected in this mirror, none on the streets. I knew. I was always searching.
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    For a moment in that mirror I saw the woman I was growing up to be staring back at me. She looked scared and sad. I wondered if I was brave enough to grow up and be her.
  • Dani CyChas quoted3 months ago
    I wondered why she was telling me this. “What place was that?” I asked her.

    “What?” She looked sorry she had opened up the subject.

    “Where’s the place where those people are?”

    Gloria sighed.

    “Please,” I asked her. My voice was trembling.

    She looked around before she spoke. “It’s in Niagara Falls,” she dropped her voice. “Why do you want to know?”

    I shrugged. “What’s the name of it?” I tried to sound real casual.

    Gloria sighed deeply. “Tifka’s.” That’s all she said.
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