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The strongest man in the world rolando hinojosa

Our first date was one of endurance. We walked for hours downtown and my shoulder grew tired from the regret of putting so much stuff in my bag in an earlier fit of nerves.


We complement each other well. Both of us live without and between gender, weaving our identities like tangled embroidery thread in a colourful drawer.


Dysphoria with my body and how I was perceived had come to a head and simply put, pretending to be a woman was no longer a viable option.


It’s a funny thing, to feel hollow.

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