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stillflight"I remembered what it was like to walk a gauntlet of strangers who stare--their eyes angry, confused, intrigued. Woman or man: they are outraged that I confuse them. The punishment will follow. The only recognition I can find in their eyes is that I am 'other.' I am different. I will always be different. I will never be able to nestle my skin against the comfort of sameness."
