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Valerie
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“Sorry to disappoint you, parents - but when your kids come out as gay, bi or transgender, it is not about you.”
― Fearotica: An Anthology of Erotic Horror
― Fearotica: An Anthology of Erotic Horror
“Rejecting your gay or transgender child won't make them straight. It will only mean you will lose them.”
― Inanna Rising: Women Forged in Fire
― Inanna Rising: Women Forged in Fire
“The stars promised a girl for my sister's third, but when the child arrived she seems to our eyes to be a boy. So she was named Vae and a son was announced. But not too many years passed before it became clear to Ryrie and me that Vae herself believed the stars, and regardless of how she seemed to us, the prophecy had always been true".
"The power of the stars to move minds in Innis Lear is greater than magic, I think".
"It helps that Solas executed the first person to disrespect my daughter".”
― Lady Hotspur
"The power of the stars to move minds in Innis Lear is greater than magic, I think".
"It helps that Solas executed the first person to disrespect my daughter".”
― Lady Hotspur
“There's something very... I don't know; primitive, perhaps, about you, Gurgeh. You've never changed sex, have you?' He shook his head. 'Or slept with a man?' Another shake. 'I thought so,' Yay said. 'You're strange, Gurgeh.' She drained her glass.”
― The Player of Games
― The Player of Games
“It shouldn't have mattered, not when Miel and the other girls in his class wore jeans more than they wore skirts. Not when they told their brothers what to do, and borrowed their fathers' books.
But there was everything else. The idea of being called Miss or Ms. or worse, Mrs. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out 'girls' or 'ladies.' The endless, echoing use of 'she' and 'her,' 'miss' and 'ma'am.' Yes, they were words. They were all just words. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning.
'He.' 'Him.' 'Mister.' 'Sir.' Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with 'boys, settle down' or 'gentlemen, please.' These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.”
― When the Moon Was Ours
But there was everything else. The idea of being called Miss or Ms. or worse, Mrs. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out 'girls' or 'ladies.' The endless, echoing use of 'she' and 'her,' 'miss' and 'ma'am.' Yes, they were words. They were all just words. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning.
'He.' 'Him.' 'Mister.' 'Sir.' Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with 'boys, settle down' or 'gentlemen, please.' These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.”
― When the Moon Was Ours
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