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It’s Raining Men. No. It’s Men Raining.
(My last post for heternormative week. I’m sure you are relieved.) I don’t understand men. Growing up, my mother and my sisters were easy. They were exactly like me. They looked like me; they dressed like me; they thought like me. My father and my brother were smart and loving and funny, and I enjoyed having …
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