Why the Dana Rivers Case Should Wake Up the ‘Be Kind’ Folks
A lesbian-feminist point of view
My therapy was also reaching a peak. The hormones I had begun taking were coursing through my body. I felt alive as never before. The chronic depression I had held at bay for so long left me, and my eyes sparkled with newfound joy. On my chest, hair thinned and nubile breasts began to peek out from beneath larger nipples. My bo…
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