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I worked at a sex shop for seven years — one of those friendly, brightly lit storefronts that hired young feminists and queers with college degrees and great haircuts.
So sing-songy like it's something we can all identify with.
Making the sandwich afterward? Maybe a nice back rub?
What, pay the fucking bills and take out the trash? Yea good luck finding that dildo.
all jokes aside, I can see myself being like that mum to the trans kid.